#but i wanna show the people Lulu so this is all staying in

[eartheats]

<the following post is in a video format, taken just outside of montenevera and pointing at a sparkling sky>

"so hey, uh...is anyone else seeing this? because uh. i don't think the sky is supposed to look like...that..."

(rp scenario underneath, feel free to ignore if you just wanna answer the question)

"absolutely not. i've never seen anything like it."

<the rotomphone camera comes into frame, showing ren with an older woman and an abominsnow. lulu makes a noise in the background>

"...guess it's a good thing we're done for the night. linda, i'm gonna go check it out." ren looks down, the camera angling to lulu. "lulu, do you wanna come with? it could be dangerous..."

the orthworm firmly nods his head--whether he wants to do this or wants to ensure his trainer doesn't do something stupid is up in the air, but there's a notable noise of derision.

"ren, for fuck's sake--do you even know what you're getting into? this could be very dangerous, you don't even know what's causing it." the older woman looks done already before ren shakes their head, standing firm.

"can't say i do! but someone's gotta do something!

"...just stay safe out there. i still need you well enough to keep helping me, got it?" seems the lady knows a losing battle when she sees one. even all around them as people seem to swing into some of the most joyous moods ever seen.

ren salutes, though, grinning easily. "don't worry, miss linda! we'll be back before you know it! you and aurora get inside, alright? we'll see what we can do to help!"

and off they go, the rotom phone following close behind before clicking off.

[longlivedelusion]

In the Heat of the Moment: Part 2

Summary: Bucky never could've imagined the night turning out like this: you on your knees taking him in the club after a much needed night out for the team.

Warnings: Smut. Girlies just we eating each other out in the club and getting down on our knees for one man and one man only. Enjoy. No use of Y/N

A/N: Well friends and nasties, I got a couple people desperate for a part 2 and who am I to deny y'all?

This was my first proper attempt at a smut one shot so... I hope you enjoy??? Technically this is a two parter though, so I'd recommend reading Part 1 here first if you want the whole experience.

Also I did this from Bucky's POV cause that was what I was vibing. I know it's a different POV from the last part, but idk switching it up can be fun sometimes!

Couple songs I listened to so I could get into the techno/club mood vibes if you wanna join along (I played it low so it could feel more ambiency~): More More More by Lulu, Bring the Rave by Vortex’s, Beukers in Berlin by &NUFF, Niotech

Masterlist

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Bucky could only register one thing right now.

Your mouth on his cock.

He'd honestly never have predicted the night ending up like this, but damn if he didn’t imagine this same scenario over again after your training sessions together, missions, parties — really anytime he saw you these days.

So to have you on your knees, looking up at him with only the shitty flickering club bathroom lights to show the way your tongue slowly teased around his tip and back down again... Well. He never could go back to only imagining this again.

He knew what you felt like, and there ain’t now way he was going back to fiction. Thank god for that asshole that hit on you or you both wouldn’t be here right now.

He groaned as you sucked on the head, teasing him slowly as he gripped into your hair tighter, “Fuck doll, if you don’t start moving soon-“

You pulled off of him, your hand replacing your mouth as you slowly dragged it up and down his length, “Then what?” You asked, a teasing look in your eye as you looked up innocently.

His jaw clenched as he reached down to your jaw and gripped it tight, forcing you to look at him, “Then I’m gonna have to fuck your pretty mouth raw until you can’t talk.”

He watched your smile stay on your face a moment longer before your mouth hung open, your tongue out and inviting. A goddamn invitation to the heaven that was your mouth, for him to fucking use you like he’s only dreamed. You were gonna be the death of him, he was convinced at this point.

He dragged your head back over his length, your pretty lips hitting the edge of his leaking tip. He watched as he landed on your awaiting tongue, like you were awaiting orders. Orders he was more than glad to give.

He pushed his hips forward as his cock sunk hard into your awaiting throat, his length barely fitting as he hit the back. He felt you gag, watched you as you choked on him over and over again as he pulled back and forward. “You can take it,” he grunted out, “open up for me. C-come on, you can do it."

He kept pushing himself further and harder in as you relaxed your throat, his length digging in deeper and deeper. He watched as the tears started streaming down your face, your hands gripping now onto his thighs for support as he fucked your mouth into oblivion. He knew if you wanted to stop him at any point you could, so the fact that you were letting him fuck your mouth like this, seemed to be enjoying it-

“That’s it, fuck, t-taking me so good aren’t ya, made for me. Your throat, your pussy, all for me.” He panted out, each thrust taking him deeper into bliss as his head hit the wall of the bathroom stall. “Wanna fuck you, wanted to fuck you for so long. G-god, better than I imagined.”

His words we’re growing more incoherent, sporadic as his groans and breaths grew quicker, faster. He was already so damn close, your own moans vibrating against him.

He felt you suck hard, his hips pushing forward at the feeling. More- more- more-

“Fuck!” He let out, loud even over the pounding music outside the bathroom as he pressed into your throat as deep as he could. He felt you suck him harder, your tongue flattening out as you took every last drop of him.

His body was bliss, his mind a fog as he felt you loosen around him, your mouth coming off in a slow sweep. He loosened his grip on your hair, letting you fall off of him as he watched you slowly catch a stray drop of cum off your lip with your thumb. He felt his skin raise with goosebumps at the sight, every damn inch of you making him lose his mind. You were perfection, a beautiful devilish, perfect, everything.

“God damn doll.” He sighed out, head against the wall as he let himself take a mkment. He'd never come that hard in his life, but somehow you had his body screaming for more. He wanted and needed to feel more of you and he was still recovering from the mind blowing orgasm you just gave him in a dingy club bathroom.

He wasn't sure how long he stood there for but he suddenly felt your hands dragging up his body and to his face. He saw the tear stains down your cheeks, a reminder of how well you took him, your lips slightly swollen. He might've felt bad if those same lips hadn't immediately curled into a smirk as you looked up at him. “Good?” You asked, your voice cracking from abuse.

Shit.

“So fucking good.” He managed to get out, eyes tracing over every inch of your face. He wanted to mesmerize every detail, every way you looked after you took him, when you came, everything. Before he could think more, be crashed his lips onto yours, tearing into your mouth desperately.

He lifted you up and carried you over to the sink, setting you down on the edge counter before settling himself between your legs.

He took his time, tasting and licking every damn inch of skin he could before his mouth landed on your clothes chest. His teeth grazed over your nipple, a gasp leaving your lips as his hands grabbed and pinched the other. He knew he couldn’t have you the way he wanted, not here at least, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t enjoy some of what was to come.

He eventually dropped down to his knees, this time he got to gaze up at you, watching your face as he knelt below. The way your eyes would blow out, your mouth open slightly as you panted softly.

Eyes not leaving yours, he wrapped your legs around his shoulders and slowly moved your dress up. He watched as your hands reached out and gripped the wall beside you and the sink — anything for some semblance of balance.

His hands slowly slid up your thighs, goosebumps following his hands as he sat there mesmerized. He could already see your cunt so perfectly wet for him, so desperate for his touch. He reached out and placed two tentative fingers against your clothed core, slowly moving up and down before he slid the material to the side, your breath hitching at the cold air.

“Please,” He heard from above, his eyes darting back to yours as you stared down at him, chest heaving even harder now and a gleam of sweat glistening on your skin. He’d barely touched you but you looked nearly feral, like you were a rubber band ready to snap. Your hips slightly shifted forward, a silent plea for him to move. To touch.

He slowly pressed his fingers against your folds, feeling the slickness coating his fingers as he dragged them up and down. He was in no rush, content to feel you around him for as long as he could. Focused on the way your body tensed, your broken throat groaned and moaned, your legs tightening and locked around him.

“What do you want,” He said casually, pretending like it was just a casual question as he kissed the sides of your thigh. Even though he was steps away from tearing into you and feasting on your pussy like it was his last meal.

No, he wanted to hear you, needed to hear how much you wanted him first.

“Stop teasing,” You snapped, a harsh breath leaving your lips.

He moved his fingers down... And back up. Grazing by the entrance as he slicked his fingers around, keeping a languid lace. “Not enough there agent, I need you to tell me in explicit detail what you’d like me to do.” He smirked, eyes fixed on your frustrated ones.

“You fucking-“ You started, grip tightening on the counter. “I need you, James, to put your goddamn mouth on me now and fuck me so good that I forget my own name. Is that clear enough, soldier?”

He paused, smirk still on his lips as he said, “Crystal.”

Without a second thought after, his mouth pulled forward to where you both wanted it most, sighing as he tasted the most heavenly thing he'd ever laid his tongue on. You were fire and honey and he knew in that moment he’d never get enough of it — he was hooked on your taste, and he lapped and sucked like his life depended on it.

Your body lurched forward, hand darting into his hair as he felt you grip him tightly. “B-Bucky!”

He didn’t stop, tongue flicking and sucking in a punishing rhythm as one of fingers slowly entered that delicious place between your thighs. He felt you clench around him as he sunk deeper in, pulling out slowly before diving right back. He pushed, further and further until he was knuckle deep, a second finger pushing in soon after, then a third. You moaned above him, chanted nothing but his name.

That sent him over the edge. He tore into you with a new, punishing rhythm, desperate to feel you come around him, to know what it was like to hear you keep calling his name like he’d imagined every night, as he made you like this. Made you want him and nothing but him.

He groaned into your cunt, your body shivering as his metal hand pressed into your stomach to hold you down. You ground up into him, your walls clenching around his fingers as he felt you get closer and closer to the edge.

“Bucky, Bucky, I-“

He sucked your clit hard as a response, earning another harsh moan from you as he curled his fingers inside. And in that moment he knew you were done and that he'd found exactly where you needed it most because your body stiffened, your walls tightening into a deathly grip as he kept hitting that perfect spot over and over. The way you clutched to him, moved -- he was lost in the way you felt around him.

“James!” He heard you scream, your body shaking, holding onto whatever you could for dear life as he carried you through your release. He watched as your body melted, his movements slowing until he milked your orgasm just enough. He pulled out his fingers, taking his time to suck each digit clean before pushing himself back onto his feet, pulling your dress down in the process.

He felt as you reached out to him, barely registering anything as you kissed him with a fervor he didn’t know how you still had. After a moment he pulled away, his head laid against yours as you both caught your breaths. The harsh beats from the club filling the silence.

“Well that was…” You started.

“Fucking incredible is what it was.” He said, eyes locking onto yours. “And sure as hell not the end of it.”

“And what else did you have in mind?” You asked, hand drifting over his arm and up his neck.

He gripped you to him, body pressed against his as his already hardening member pressed against you. “So fucking much.” He whispered low, mouth hovering over yours. “You’ve got no idea the amount of ways I’ve thought about taking you doll.”

Your breath fanned over Bucky’s, lips just grazing one another as you whispered back. “Show me.”

[indigowallbreaker]

Stardew question 15??

15. If you ship characters, what's your favorite ship?

I have a soft spot for Sam/Sebastian. It's bright happy blond verses broody hoodie black-haired guy. What was I supposed to do? I love that unless Seb is being emo on the dock or working in his room, he’s always hanging with Sam. He’s Seb’s government assigned extrovert! We should all be so lucky! Also love Abigail/Sam/Sebastian, especially in a QRP scenario.

It’s worth mentioned that I also LOVE Lulu (from @looz-y ) and Haley!!! I cannot get enough of these two. This is actually the artist that made me give Haley a try. I just love Looz’s art style, and Lulu is so fun, and Looz’s art for this ship is SO ADDICTING! Her other ideas about Stardew Valley are fantastic as well-- special shout out to Grandpa Lore which makes me weak.

I’ve gone wildly off subject, sorry. Uh. Yes, Seb/Sam, Seb/Sam/Ab, or Lulu/Haley for me. 

[send me a Stardew Valley question!]

[heyyyharry]

Happier

(inspired by happier by Olivia Rodrigo)

Word count: 2.4k

I'm selfish, I know, I can't let you go So find someone great, but don't find no one better I hope you're happy, but don't be happier

Part 1: Drivers License

Part 2: Deja Vu

A/N: I edited the original lyrics to match the POV :)

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Harry had come up with a thousand scenarios of how this day would play out. Actually, he’d been thinking of this day since the moment he’d received the news. He didn’t dare to hope that she’d say yes to coming back for a sequel. He’d been sure that they would write her character off, give a lame excuse for how his love interest could not make a return and make his character forget about her completely to move on with a new girl in town. It would have been great if it was that easy in real life. Once someone was written off the script, they were gone for good. Real-life relationships were not that simple. Goodbye didn’t mean ‘never see you again’. You would still share the same friend circle and social bubbles, and it was worse when you two worked in the same industry. Harry didn’t know how he’d lasted a year without running into her, not since the Grammys.

“Didn’t you two date?”

“No.” Harry shook his head, but his eyes stayed glued on Y/N from across the room. She wasn’t looking his way, too busy saying hello to everyone else. “No,” he repeated, more to himself than to his co-star. “We didn’t.”

“But she wrote an entire album about you,” said the other twin. What was her name again? Lulu?

“Luna!” cried her sister, Lex. “You can’t ask him that!”

“No, it’s okay,” Harry said with a tight smile, slightly annoyed by the blonde twins, but he didn’t want to seem like an ass on the first day of filming. “And I don’t know if it was for me. You should ask Y/N.”

“Ask me what?”

Harry flinched when he looked up and saw Y/N padding towards them. She hugged the twins, who seemed way too excited. Harry guessed they were Y/N’s fans. They gave off crazy fangirl vibes, probably just pretending not to know the drama to interrogate him. He couldn’t blame them for assuming he was the villain and definitely could not blame Y/N for portraying him as one. It was more important that he knew who he was and how much he had changed since his last relationship. Maybe they could finally be friends.

“Were they bothering you?” Y/N asked him once the twins had left.

Harry nodded. “They’re your friends?”

“Oh, I met them last year on tour. I’m surprised you don’t know them. They were on Disney.”

“I don’t watch Disney,” Harry admitted with a smile. “Well, not today’s Disney.”

“Understandable.” Y/N nodded and bit her lip. She seemed guarded with her straight back and hands hidden behind her. She eyed him up and down, quite subtle yet noticeable. “How have you been?”

“Pretty good,” he said, nodding slowly. “You?”

“Yeah, but mostly tired because of tour.”

“You’re done?”

“Yup, last night was the last show.”

“Nice.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow. “Nice?”

Harry blinked. “Did I say something wrong?”

“No.” Y/N giggled. “You still sound very...you.”

“Well, shouldn’t I?”

“Yeah, you should. But it’s been a year so…I mean, you haven’t changed much.”

“Right,” he said lowly, his eyes falling to his feet. Harry supposed he should say something else, perhaps bringing up another random topic to discuss, but all he could think about was what had happened between them. Things had been messy, hadn’t they? How could they go back to before that? Before her first song about him. Before he’d chosen someone else over her.

Or he could talk about her new relationship. She’d been in a happy relationship for almost six months, right? No wait, hadn’t they broke up two weeks ago? He wasn’t sure because he hadn’t been catching up. If they’d broken up, he’d sound like an ass to even mention her ex’s name. He should just stay quiet.

“I’ll see you later?” she said, gesturing at her stylist who was waiting by the door.

Harry could ask her right now -- the reason she’d agreed to film the sequel to their first movie together. He’d heard from a very reliable source that she’d specifically asked her agent to decline any project that he was in. So did this mean they were good? That she didn’t hate him anymore? He could have gathered his courage and got the answer right then…

“Yeah, see you.”

...but he didn’t.

And so she gave him a smile and a little wave, then happily returned to her stylist.

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“See you tomorrow, Y/N!”

“See you, Annie!” Y/N said as she put the rest of her things into her tote bag. Her new driver had got her schedule mixed up, and so she had to wait here for another half an hour. She was in no rush. It had been a light first day, and she’d had a fun time getting to know the new cast members and catching up with old friends.

She sat on the sofa in the lobby, legs crossed, texting her best friend about her day. She’d purposely left out the short off-screen conversation with Harry, and her best friend didn’t even bother to ask. In their world, he didn’t exist, and his name was censored in every conversation like a curse word that was even worse than ‘cunt’. Nevertheless, she didn’t hate him anymore. She was doing just fine on her own, being busy with her career, and she’d been in a happy relationship after her fall out with him.

She and the guy, a model, had broken up two weeks ago due to long distance and some differences that they could not change. They had ended on good terms and decided to stay friends. They said you could only stay friends with your ex when you still had feelings for each other, or you had never loved each other that much in the first place. For her, it was probably the latter. Her previous relationship had been more platonic than romantic, apparently. So she had nothing but the best to say about him.

As she was going through her camera roll, just reminiscing about the past, she heard footsteps approaching and looked up to find Harry. He offered a smile and gestured to the spot beside her on the sofa. “May I sit here? My ride is late.”

“Yeah, sure.” She hurriedly scooted over.

“Good job today,” he said. “You were great.”

“Thanks, so were you.” She smiled, and they both looked away at the same time. This was so awkward. She hated small talk. She’d never had to have small talk with Harry. Conversations with him used to be so easy and natural and silly. Whatever this was, it wasn’t them.

“Can we just be normal?”

At first, Y/N thought she’d been the one who’d said it, so when she realised it’d been Harry, she was speechless.

He swallowed and sat a bit straighter, still not looking at her. “I don’t want us to be weird and awkward.”

“Okay,” she said.

He cleared his throat. “Wanna try again?”

“Yeah, sure.”

“Okay, not to sound like an ass but when Joey kept forgetting his lines, I was so pissed off, I could throw a chair at the wall.”

“Right?!” exclaimed Y/N, feeling free to have finally broken out of her shell. “Like, he doesn’t even have many lines. I know he’s new but damn...you can’t get far if you don’t learn your goddamn lines.”

Harry shook with laughter. “Oh God, we sound like dicks, don’t we?”

“Maybe.” Y/N laughed, covering her mouth. “But you know what? We can’t be nice in this industry. It’s impossible.”

“Shhh, if someone heard this, we would be into big trouble.”

“Oh please, I’ve had worse articles written about me than ‘Y/N speaks facts about her lazy co-star’.”

Harry tossed his head back and cackled. “The worst one I’ve got this week was ‘Harry Styles hates therapists.’”

“What?!” Y/N gasped. “No way! That’s so stupid!”

“Right?” Harry rolled his eyes. “I could get all my therapists to speak up for me but I’m kinda immune to bullshit now.”

“Therapists? Like plural?”

“Yeah, one in every city.”

“Damn.”

“Yeah.”

Y/N rubbed her hands onto her legs. “Rough year?”

Harry’s eyes rolled to the back of his head as he leaned back. “You have no idea.” Then he swept his hair out of his eyes, sucked in a breath, and finally looked at her. “I wish I could have talked to you, though.”

She bit her tongue, knowing what she was about to say next would disappoint her best friend so much, but she had to. “So do I.”

Harry looked taken aback before his lips curled into a smile. “It’s silly, isn’t it? I haven’t talked to you in a year, and I feel like I know everything that’s happened to you except that I don’t.”

What he’d just said might make no sense for most people, but Y/N knew exactly what he meant. She nodded and wetted her lip. “You only know as much as everyone else does.”

“Yeah, I got updates on you from the news and our friends.”

“Same.” Y/N smiled back. “I hate how they write articles about your new haircut but not mine.”

“I like your new hair colour.”

“Thanks. I like your new car.”

Then they both burst out laughing. It was fun and also a little bit strange that Y/N didn’t feel the same anxiety talking to him as she used to. It must be because they had grown and were now meeting again as better people.

“Damn, my ride's here,” Y/N said as she read the text from her driver. “I gotta go now.”

“Oh, okay.” Harry stood up and followed Y/N to the entrance. “Hey, just wondering--”

“Yeah?”

“Am I...am I still blocked?” He looked a bit flustered as she tilted her head and squinted her eyes. “On your phone. Because I remember you having my number blocked--”

“I unblocked you on your birthday.”

“Oh, really?”

“Yeah.” Y/N shrugged. “I should’ve sent you a happy birthday text but...I didn’t want your girlfriend to get the wrong ideas.”

“My ex.”

“Yeah, I know.”

They smiled at each other one last time before saying goodbye. Y/N knew it was silly, but she was hoping he would go after her.

Ding.

A notification popped up when she was in the car. She was almost home, and it was from Harry’s number. He’d sent her a link with a message that said, “Hope you like it :)”.

Curious, she tapped on it and was directed to an audio file titled ‘Track 5’. The upload date was last year. About two weeks after their short conversation at the Grammys.

Hurriedly, she fumbled inside her bag for her iPods and put it on before she pressed play.

“Hey, Jeff, I couldn’t sleep so I wrote this song. Listen and let me know if it should go on the album.”

Then came the piano intro. It sounded good, so Y/N wondered how it hadn’t ended up on his last album.

But when he started to sing...

We ended a while ago Your friends are mine, you know, I know You've moved on, found someone new One more guy who brings out the better in you

And I thought my heart was detached From all the sunlight of our past But he’s so nice, he’s so funny Does he mean you forgot about me?

Oh, I hope you're happy But not like how you were with me I'm selfish, I know, I can't let you go So find someone great, but don't find no one better I hope you're happy, but don't be happier

And does he tell you you’re the most beautiful girl he’s ever seen? An eternal love bullshit he might not even mean Remember when you were with me I meant it when you heard it first from me

And now I'm pickin' him apart Like cuttin' him down will make you miss my wretched heart But he’s charming, he looks kind He probably gives you butterflies

I hope you're happy But not like how you were with me I'm selfish, I know, I can't let you go So find someone great, but don't find no one better

I hope you're happy I wish you all the best, really Say you love him, baby Just not like you loved me And think of me fondly when your hands are on him I hope you're happy, but don't be happier

The song was for her. He’d written it when her new relationship had gone public. Y/N sat there, staring blankly ahead until the honking of a car tore open her inner peace, and reality came crashing back in. The driver dropped her off at her house. Instead of going inside, she stood on her front steps and replayed the song one more time. When it ended, she decided to text him: Why didn’t this make it to the album?

She didn’t know where he was now, but it showed ‘typing’ in less than a second, as if he’d been waiting in their chat since he’d sent that link.

You would’ve hated me, Y/N.

True, she replied. Still, I would’ve loved the song lowkey. And added, I love it btw.

He took so long to type that it was driving her crazy. She flopped down on the concrete stair with her phone clutched in her hands, her heart thundering against her ribcage. Anxiety popped like a balloon when his message appeared: Were you happier?

She reread it again and again.

No.

I wasn’t either, he responded. I kept getting deja vu.

Ha, nice reference.

That song is my guilty pleasure. Love listening to you roasting me on loop.

That last message made Y/N bury her face into her palm and giggle like a fool. She thought for a second and wrote: I could come roast you in person now if that’s what you prefer. I think we’ve never had a proper roasting.

Can we meet, Y/N? Or are you busy now?

No, not busy.

Great, I’ll pick you up.

Just tell me where, she responded with a smile on her face. I got my drivers license now :)

[socialwriter]

Simp

**Gif by @rafecameron​**

Idea by @ptersparkers​: the x times rafe/jj is caught being soft and refuses to admit it and the one time he does bc i’m a sucker for that but can someone write it because i want it but i don’t wanna write it 

Part of my week of fluff

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Female Reader

TW: Soft boi Rafe 

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Summary: 3+1 of the three times Rafe didn’t admit he was a softie (simp), and the one time he did

Requests featured: 

@anonymous0writer​: hi bubs. week of fluff: ““I know I’ve kissed you like, ten times, but just like another ten, please.” w soft rafe or topper?? ty bubs

@softstarkey​:  “Would you mind if I kissed you?” w rafe 🥰

anon:  could you maybe write something about being super cuddly with rafe? your one w pope got me🥺🥺🥺

@butgilinsky​:  cooking dinner for rafe😪 or vice versa i’m not picky. also ily💓

A/n: I am now feeling the pressure of having five people’s wants in one fic, but i shall suffer in silence, also this is my first x + 1 fic so I hope it doesn’t suck oop

You and Rafe were both lounging around, your head on his chest and his arms around you when you looked up at him and noticed something you hadn’t before. “Woah, you have long eyelashes.”

He looked down at you, quirking a brow. “Do I? Huh, never noticed.”

“Yea, they just go blond at the end so you can’t see ‘em. You know...I could fix that for you.” You tell him, a devilish glint in your eyes. He furrows his brows, slightly scared as to what you had in mind. “What do you mean…”

You don’t answer his question, instead getting up out of his bed and walking into the joint bathroom, sifting through your makeup bag until eventually you find your mascara. “Aha!”

Rafe sits up, now curious as to what you were planning on doing. “Babe, what are you getting in there?”

You casually walk back into his bedroom, an excited grin plastered on your face as you crawl into bed once more and sit in his lap, wrapping your legs around his torso. “I’m gonna use mascara on you!” You exclaim, showing him the black tube.

His eyes widen, and he shakes his head violently at the very idea of wearing makeup. “Nope, there is absolutely no way I am doing that. You’re tripping babe.”

You pout, jutting out your bottom lip in the way that always got you what you wanted when it came to your boyfriend. “But baby, you’ll look so pretty and it’ll make your beautiful eyes pop even more.”

He frowned, staring at the tube of makeup. “Does it hurt?”

“Not one bit baby.” You assured him, pushing back some of the hair that had fallen in his face.

“Ok alright fine, if you want to do it I’ll do it.” 

You squeal, clapping your hands together and giving him a quick kiss on the lips. “I swear you’ll love it.” You get to work applying the makeup quickly before he has the chance to change his mind. He surprisingly doesn’t flinch much while you’re applying, but that all changes when you’re applying the last bit of mascara and Wheezie walks in.

“Hey Rafe have you seen m-oh my god.” She exclaims, an amused grin forming on her face. “What are you doing.”

“Wheezie get out of here!” He screams, unable to actually get up and push her out so of course, she stays to tease him.

“Wow, Y/n, really gotta hand it to you. You did the impossible and turned Rafe Cameron soft.” 

You giggled, resting your head on Rafe’s shoulder and kissing his jaw. “Thanks Wheezie.”

Rafe scoffs loudly, glaring at his youngest sister. “Both of you shut it! I am not soft!”

You snort in response to his words, giving him a soft kiss on the neck. “Of course not, baby.”

Wheezie giggles, holding her hands up in mock surrender. “Ok ok, you’re not soft. Whatever you say you simp.” With that she leaves Rafe’s room, shutting the door behind her.

“Y/n?”

“Mhm?”

“What does simp mean?”

“Don’t worry about it babe.”

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“Rafe?” You asked softly, quietly walking into the bedroom of the Cameron household. Kelce and Topper were over, playing video games, but Rafe had promised you cuddles after htey left, which was supposed to be over a half hour ago. 

“Yea babe?” He asked, never tearing his gaze away from the screen. All three boys were very into whatever was happening in the game, muttering insults at each other every once in a while.

“It's getting late, are you almost done?”

“Yea babe, just 5, 10 minutes, tops.”

You pout, crossing your arms over your chest. He had said that 20 minutes ago. An idea pops into your head that if you couldn’t get him upstairs to cuddle with you, then you would have to just cuddle with him down here. You walk around the couch, crawling into his lap and latching onto him like a koala. Both Topper and Kelce glance over for a second, rolling their eyes at the unexpected PDA from the two of you. “Baby I wanna go upstairs.” You mumble against Rafe’s neck, nuzzling your head further into him. 

“I know you do baby, just give a minute to beat these guys and I’m all yours.” He tells you, earning shouts of protest from both boys sitting next to him. “Are you wearing my shirt?” He questions when he glances down at you, to which you nod in response. 

“Your shirt and nothing else babe.” You say, a smirk finding its ways to your lips. He stiffens at your words, taking an audible gulp before quickly turning of the TV

“Hey man!” “What do you think you’re doing!” “Are you serious!” 

“Ok boys, time for you to leave,” Rafe tells the other two who both get up from the couch, grumbling about their game and how they were ‘so winning’. 

“Dude, you are so soft.” Topper tells him, rolling his eyes at the older boy.

“Like seriously, what's happening to you man.” Kelce adds, grabbing his stuff from the floor of the living room. 

“I am not soft, and I suggest you leave before I make you.” Rafe growls, moving to stand up. You, however, do not like this plan, whining and clinging to him tighter, mumbling a soft ‘no’. He listens to you, earning a look from both Topper and Kelce. 

“Dude, seriously, you’re such a simp.” Topper says as both boys leave the house.

“SERIOUSLY WHAT DOES THAT EVEN MEAN.”

----

“Rafe!” You call out for him, having your boyfriend run into the kitchen where you are a minute later. “Yeah babe, whats up?”

“Today, I’m going to teach you how to cook.” You tell him, earning a groan from him “What, why? I like everything you cook so much.”

“Flattery ain’t getting you out of this one. C’mon, we’re starting simple, it's just eggs. It would take an idiot to screw those up.” 

“Idiot at your service.”

You sigh, running a hand through your hair. “You gotta stop doing that.”

“Doing what?” He asked, brow furrowed in confusion.

“Tearing yourself down. You’re not an idiot, you just never learned how to cook is all. And that’s what I’m here for, to teach you how.”

He gives you an apprehensive look but nods, accepting the fact that he was doing this whether he liked it or not. “Ok so where do you start with eggs?”

“Well, first you’re going to get the eggs.” You tell him, earning a helpless look in response. “They’re in the fridge babe.”

“Right, right, I knew that totally.” He mumbles, going over to the fridge and getting the carton the eggs stored inside. Eventually, you had gotten him through scrambling the eggs and now you were ready for the stove, which he looked at with fear in his eyes. “Babe, maybe you should take over from here.”

“Rafe, you can do this. You’re a master chef, I believe in you. Now use that oven!”

He gave you one more glance before putting the pan of yolks onto the stove you’d already turned on for him. “Make sure you turn it over so it doesn’t burn babe.”

“Can you show me how?”

You nod, grabbing a spatula and placing it in his hand before guiding him through the motions of flipping the eggs. “You’re doing great babe.”

“Yeah?” He asks, grinning at you. You nod at him right as Sarah walks into the kitchen, having to do a double take. 

“What's going on?” She questions, not really believing that her brother is actually cooking a meal.

“I’m teaching Rafe how to cook,” you inform her, turning back to the stove to make sure that you didn’t burn the eggs. 

“Um, Rafe, didn’t you once tell me that you would pay for your own personal chef before you learned how to cook for yourself?”

Rafe’s face turns a bright red as he looks down at the floor. “Well yea...but Y/n wanted me to learn how to cook so I’m doing it.”

Sarah’s mouth was left slightly ajar, shocked by the fact that a girl was able to change Rafe so much. “Wow Rafe, didn’t know you’d gone soft for your girl.”

Rafe pouts, jutting out his bottom lift. “I’m not soft, I'm just a chef.” 

Sarah snorts, raising her brows at her brother. “Sure you simp, if that helps you sleep at night.”

“Why does everyone keep calling me that?!”

----

“Y/n?” Rafe asks, tracing small circles on your hip bone. 

“Mhm?” You respond, not looking up from your phone.

“I love you.” His words cause you to look up from your phone, eyes softening when you see him looking at you with nothing but love and adoration in his eyes.

“I love you too baby.” You say, giving him a soft smile.

“Can I kiss you?” He questions, lips only centimeters away from yours. You don’t respond, instead closing the gap between the two of you and pressing a short and sweet kiss to his lips. He, however, decides that’s not enough, giving you kiss after kiss, causing you to giggle against his lips. “Rafe!”

“I know I’ve kissed you like, ten times, but just like another ten, please.” 

You laugh at his words, shaking your head. “Rafe, you really have gone soft, haven’t you?”

He shrugs his shoulders in response, giving you a grin. “Only for you baby, only for you.”

“Wow, you really are a simp.”

“Aww come on!”

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[bisexualsmackingnoises]

Date anon again! Have you posted your ocs?? I don't think I've seen them srry if someone already asked about them!

Hey date anon! Thank you so much for your ask about my OCs, it means a lot to me that people are interested in them! I had this laying around in my inbox for an era and a half, but I thought now would be the perfect time to release them!

If anyone wants to learn more about these babes, just ask! I put a lot of time and love into them.

HAPPY 150+ FOLLOWERS, EVERYONE!

My (Main) JoJo's Bizarre Adventure: Vento Aureo OCs!

Daphne Libertina (she/her)

Say HIII GIRLIEEE to my first and most developed Vento Aureo OC, Daphne! She’s your classic Y2K aesthetic airhead archetype. While designing her, I found Bimbo TikTok and fell in love with the aesthetic and the ideology. Because of this, a lot of the ditzy behaviour I worked into Daphne’s personality and design is inspired by Chrissy Chlapecka’s New Age Bimbo. She’s kind of a hyperfeminine vessel for whatever “girly” sentiments I have as well. I’m not that outwardly feminine in my daily life (I have a gender crisis every second week, subscribe for more!), so Daph was an experiment in expressing it elsewhere. This resulted in a newfound obsession with the colour pink and a renewed love for characters like Elle Woods and Cher Horowitz.

You might know her from my absolute banger of an art debut, the “Nectar” post*. Her besties include @blackevermore’s Chiara, @amarettocoffee’s Gina, and @bucciaratis-titty-window’s Strelitzia. Love ya galz, xoxo!

Stand: Scarlet Letter (Namesake: The Scarlet Letter by Nathaniel Hawthorne [Book]). Alternatively**, Teen Idle (Namesake: Teen Idle by MARINA [Song])

*DISCLAIMER: She does not actually do… that. Even if @bucciaratis-titty-window says otherwise. Don’t listen to her. (That being said, take a wild guess who I ship her with.)

**“Why does she have two stand names?” Her stand was developed as SL but TI adheres to the music reference stand criteria. That being said, it’s a creative choice that I use SL regardless. Both pieces of media play a huge part in her foundation.

Capriccio “Crema” Solitario (they/them)

Described often by my friends as a feral noodle, Capriccio—codename Crema*—is my compulsory “Hey, I kinda wanna bang literally all of La Squadra???” self insert that gives me intense gender envy. Capri started out as a joke character, as their old name was “La Squadra Thot” or “LST” for short (take from that what you will). This was eventually shortened to “La Thotra” … until I gave them a tragic backstory and a real personality. That being said, their base function was still present in their later design: they were La Squadra Esecuzioni’s stress toy for a little while, but eventually settled down with two of my favourite assassin degenerates and holds their own as a valuable member of the team.

Stand: Mindless Self Indulgence/MSI (Namesake: Mindless Self Indulgence [Band])

*I have a headcanon that La Squadra’s “names” are all codenames, and that they have perfectly reasonable—if not slightly referential—normal names.

Lucetta “Lulu” Vitali (she/her/they/them)

Lucetta is probably the closest OC I have to a genuine self insert—she’s the most like me out of all of my JoJo OCs, anyway. Funnily enough, she doesn’t have that much development outside of her relationship dynamic with her long-term boyfriend*. I’m still trying to figure out how to translate all of me—or at least the key parts of me—into her and how she lives. Stay tuned for that. For now, I’ll bet that she’s working an entry level position in the writing industry, a projection of my future (hopefully).

Dierdre Darling (she/her)

Stand: N/A—just a regular ol’ person.

*For the record, I'm actually currently single & happy that way. Lulu, however, is dating her high school sweetheart. Guess who!

Mild gore warning on this one, she's... special.

Dierdre came to me in a moment of exercise delirium while listening to Blood Eater by Mom, and was inspired by the way zombies work in the TV show iZombie. Well, that’s how her stand works, anyway. She began Araki-style, power first and character second. She’s a shrill, unhinged woman with an insatiable craving for human flesh, blood and bone. She’s kinda like Secco, but worse. And yes, those teeth are purposefully, cosmetically sharpened. Also, a Unita Speciale member. Ask @bucciaratis-titty-window who babysits her.

She’s not exactly “with” anyone right now, but the joke at the beginning of her development was that she’d fallen hopelessly in love with a man who could create the rot and decay of time before her very eyes… oh, did I mention she’s fascinated by decay?

Stand: Living Dead Girl (Namesake: Living Dead Girl by Rob Zombie [Song])

[srahpaulsons]

To my sweetest love, Happy birthday.. ( @jessiicalange​ )

Today of all days really is my favourite, more so now then ever before. And even though i celebrate you every time we kiss, every time i get to love you, get to be the one to know and see every part you, even get to wake up with beautiful messages you leave whenever i’m miles and miles away, it just means today’s that extra bit special that i get to celebrate you even more. That’s something i’ll always do in a heartbeat. You’re the other half of me that suddenly makes sense. The part of me that easily find’s inner Peace whenever you hold my hand so tight that every little worry in my brain shuts off and vanishes. I owe you so much and i’ll spend all my time showing that. My home is with you, winnie and lulu, wherever that may be, as long as you’re there, as long as you’re toasty right beside us and as long as my hand is within a few inches of your ass. 

 So, by the time you’re reading this letter, i hope i’ve already gotten to kiss you, hold you tighter then ever before and wished you a happy birthday....because no amount of work nor travel was ever going to stop me from celebrating this day, YOUR day. THE BEST DAY. i love you, i love you, i love you..

I’m sure i’ve apologised with how last minute a trip this is, but i hope your bags are already packed for Minnesota, my love. There’s so many more people in your life waiting to celebrate you

On top of all that -- after we spend two wonderful day’s at your farm i’m whisking you away to Paris ! It just wasn’t the same without you last time, so i planned us the most romantic stay at Shangri-La Hotel Paris for a couple nights...

but then i thought, why stop there ?  let me treat my lady to another rather dreamy location in Juan-les-Pins, a private French villa overlooking the entire bay and completely ours for the rest of the weekend and following week...cause you’re worth jumping through hoops and over mountains for if it means i get you longer then just a few days

I have many more surprises to come.... but i leave you with this little special part of your gift for now....for those days and nights whenever i’m still miles and miles away, just open the locket. Not just for me, for everyone close to your heart.

( contents in the locket contain sarah and Jess and Jess’s family ) 

And a little something extra for days where you just really wanna let people ( me ) know

[unfortunate-brat]

HOW TO REBLOG A FIC!

HELLO! THIS IS FOR THOSE READERS WHO JUST LIKE YOUR FICS AND DO NOT REBLOG, I AM GONNA SHOW YOU HOW IT IS DONE IN CASE YA DON’T KNOW! 🥰

Now, you’ve just followed a beautiful blog that has some written works for the desired fandom you so love. Amazing right? I know! There is a way of showing this writer how much you love their work besides telling them so, this method is proven. 100+/10 writers recommend this and it is scientifically proven to guarantee results. Side effects include MORE LOVELY FICS FOR YOU TO READ AND APPRECIATION!

STEP ONE:

Read your fic and enjoy, for this example we are using @/holylulusworld as you can see her keep reading tab shows you that it’s a little longer than some. It is in German but means Keep Reading, don’t worry.

STEP TWO:

You may like it, that’s not really motivating for some writers. As a writer myself, I enjoy going to the comment section and looking at people’s reactions, replying to those folks to discuss the plot or hint at how spot on their predictions might be. If you want to show how much you love someone’s work or the author, look at this photo below.

This is taken from @impalawrites​ (hi wife) who reblogged something of mine. Now what’s in the red circle? That is the REBLOG button, tap or click depending how you are accessing tumblr.

It will take you to a screen like this, or somewhat

Where it says add something you like, you can comment your thoughts on a fic. Do not be afraid if your answer sounds silly, if you rant about said character or seem annoying. 1 MILLION/10 YOU ARE NOT! Writers live for that shit, look at @/dawnie1988 and @/donnaintx who write such lovely reviews for fics. Seriously, you’re not annoying. Please PLEASE write down your reaction. Don’t speak English? That’s okay! Google translate can help your author understand what is being said if they don’t recognize the language. Not a problem!

STEP THREE:

Another tool I want to point out, see this here?

The hashtag? That is a tagging button, you can put your reactions in there too. Now with the new tumblr update; tags are now visible with your reblog and I can not stress how awesome it is to see reactions to my work. Also, you can use it to label a fic in case you would like to revisit! Again, I borrow Lulu as an example.

See how it’s all tagged? If you wanna revisit a fic, go to your bio and look for this here

it’s a magnifying glass

Type in the desired tag and it’ll pop up in your reblogged posts. Makes it easier ( unless you reblogged a lot of similar ones like me ) yet still effective. Just remember, do NOT repost other people’s hard work!

STEP FOUR:

IMPORTANT!

Now you’ve added tags, written your comment and are ready to go. So at the top if you have an Android it’ll say post in a blue button. However for most the REBLOG button is at the bottom right. Click and viola!

YOU HAVE SUCCESSFULLY REBLOGGED A FIC AND MOTIVATE YOUR AUTHOR TO CREATE MORE WORKS SIMILAR TO WHAT YOU’VE READ!

DISCLAIMER: DO NOT PRESSURE WRITERS TO WRITE, THAT IS RUDE!

NOW REPEAT THE PROCESS WITH EVERY FIC YOU READ.

LIKE MY EXPLANATION? AWESOME! YOU GUYS CAN REBLOG AND PIN TO YOUR BLOGS AS REFERENCE OR TO HELP OTHERS WHO MAY NEED IT!

NEED HELP ON SOMETHING ELSE? ASK HERE AND I WILL ASSIST YOU

WANNA KEEP TUMBLR FILLED WITH FAN FICTION CONTENT OR ORIGINAL WORKS? KEEP REBLOGGING WHAT YOU READ, STOP JUST LIKING POSTS. IT IS EXTREMELY DISCOURAGING TO MOST AND YOUR FEEDBACK HELPS PEOPLE IMPROVE THEIR WRITING. GIVE BACK TO CREATORS AND THEY WILL STAY TO KEEP ON DOING WHAT THEY LOVE! 💕💕💕

[collecting-stories]

Here with You - JJ Maybank

Request: hi!! you know how much i love your stories and i was just wondering if i could request a jj x reader one where the reader has a hard time hanging out in big crowds (aha like myself) but she always makes an effort to do it for her friends but one time jj asks her to go to a party but she can’t do it this time and instead he surprises her by showing up at her house and the  just like fluff with jj ahah!! 

A/N: Part of this is based on the sheer excitement I had when JJ mentioned CHUD because honest to god that movie is one of my faves lol. I watch all that shit. JJ and I would be best friends (he’s too far out of my league for us to be anything else😂😂😂)

Outer Banks Masterlist

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JJ was unsurprisingly charismatic. He could talk anybody into a good time. An easy smile and the eternal laid-back beach vibes that he gave off could make anyone in the world feel at ease. Unlike John B, who always had to command attention, people seemed to flock to JJ without any need to persuade them. He didn’t have to be interesting or funny or smart he just had to be there and everyone was crowding around to talk to him. 

In stark contrast, you loathed a crowd. Parties were your deepest source of anxiety and the thought of having to hold more than one person’s attention at a time made you calm up. But you had figured out somewhere in freshman year that you were as unoriginal as everyone else on the island because you craved JJ’s attention as much as anyone else in or outside of his friend group. You endured crowds of people just to get two seconds alone with him on the weekend. Just so he could smile at you for a fraction of a moment while he listened to someone tell a funny story. 

That smile was enough for you to push yourself to the absolute limit of until the idea of spending time with anyone had you physically paralysed in anxiety. When JJ texted you about a party all you wanted to do was go and pretend to have fun and stand around next to him all night while he entertained groups of pogues and tourons that thought he was incredible. Instead you texted back that you weren’t up for a party, because you weren’t even up for getting out of bed, let alone partying. 

-next time- you promised. 

-k- he texted back. 

With that somewhat settled you resumed watching reruns of Chopped while you laid in bed with the covers almost completely obscuring you from view. You imagined everyone down at the boneyard, the mildest fear of missing out settling in as you thought about what a good time they were all probably having. But then you thought of the crowds of people you would have to navigate your way through and you were rolling over to face the wall and pulling the comforter over your head. 

You must of dozed off because when you woke up there was a weight on your bed. You thought maybe it was your dog but he usually spread out. Shifting around to lay on your back and pulling the covers away from your face. 

“What...JJ?” You questioned, still a little groggy from sleep. 

There he was, sitting cross-legged on the side of your bed watching Chopped. He’d pulled the desk chair over and there was a bag from Dunkin’ along with two iced coffees and a box of munchkins. 

“Rise and shine, sleepyhead.” He Held his phone up so you could see the screen and you realized he was on your amazon account, “I added zoombies to our watchlist, plus zoombies two and the classic birdemic. Figured we could have a movie night, didn’t think you’d be sleeping on me.” 

You sat up in bed, instinctively reaching for a coffee, “what about the party?”

“Skipped it.” He replied, seemingly unbothered by the idea of missing a night at the boneyard. You couldn’t help feeling a little guilty when he said it, you hadn’t cancelled on him just so he would feel obligated to come over and spend time with you, you didn’t want to be the type of person who guilted people into choosing between them and their friends.  

“But you love parties.”  

JJ had been a fixture at parties since he was old enough to pass at them. He went to his first in 8th grade without getting thrown off the beach and he claimed it was the best time he ever had. Since then you didn’t know if he had missed an opportunity to party.  

“So? I love hanging out with you too. Besides, this is more fun.” He shrugged. He clicked off chopped, scrolling through the apps on your tv to find amazon and turn it on. “What do you wanna watch first?” 

“Zoombies.” You pulled the chair closer so you could reach the bag of hash browns and breakfast sandwiches, passing one to JJ as you did. “Are you sure you wouldn’t rather be with everyone else at the party?”

“Why?” He asked, faking suspicion as he leaned in close to you, “are you trying to get rid of me?”

“No, I just don’t want you to pass up something that makes you happy just to sit here with me and watch movies.”  

JJ’s ADHD made it almost impossible for him to sit through an entire movie. You couldn’t take him to the movie theatre, he was up in the first five minutes. And any movie that required actual attention was lost on him but dumb shit like sharknado and CHUD were perfect because he didn’t have to just sit still and watch. You made fun of the movie and goofed off with each other while you watched.  

“I’m just as happy being here, hanging out with you.” He knew that going to parties wasn’t the only thing you did just to make him happy and he couldn’t help wanting to do something for you, even if it was as small as sitting around all night. “We don’t have to go to every party if you don’t want to,” JJ mentioned and it didn’t pass your attention that he said ‘we’ as if you were a unit that always did everything together. 

“I know but you like going to the boneyard.” 

“Sure, but you don’t.” 

“Yeah but you shouldn’t miss out just cause I’m staying home.” You reasoned. You didn’t want him to feel like you were keeping him away from anything important. 

“I’m not missing out.” JJ insisted. “If I went, and you were here, then I’d be missing out. I’d much rather hang out with you than hang out with everyone else.”

“Okay.” You nodded. “Hey, who’s the other coffee for?” 

“You. I’m feeding your unholy caffeine addiction.” 

“It’s Not an addiction.”

“How many cups have you had today?” He asked, already knowing the answer. 

“Three?” 

JJ laughed wrapping his arm around your shoulder to pull you in for a hug and then kissing the side of your head. 

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[postalninja]

List the first lines of your last 20 stories. See if there are any patterns and choose your favorite opening line!

Didn’t get tagged to do this, but I wanted to, so that’s reason enough for me ;)

I’m not necessarily going to pull strictly from my last 20 published fics, because I have some unrevealed exchange stuff that I don’t want to spoil. But everything else is on AO3 under Postal_Ninja Tagging @cicaklah and @dianafortyseven if you’d like to give it a try, or anyone else who feels like it!

1. He’s Just Not That Into You - Animal Crossing

It was a lovely day for a date, I thought to myself as I left the house that morning, so I went out to find my boyfriend Sterling to invite him out for coffee. I found him doing push-ups on the beach, unsurprisingly. He stopped and stood up as he saw me approaching, giving me a smile and a wave.

2. About Menfolk - Octopath Traveler

As the eight of them left Stonegard behind, Primrose noted that H'aanit seemed understandably quiet and somber. The huntress had just learned the grim fate that had befallen her master and was now determinedly setting out to free or else avenge him.

3. Changing Fate - Chrono Trigger

For as long as she lived, Lucca knew that she would never forget the terror and pain she'd heard in her mother's scream that day. 

But if her mission through the red gate had been successful, she would at least have erased the consequences of that moment, if not the memory. 4. Would She Love Me If She Knew? - Octopath Traveler Steel met straw with no more than a whisper as Sir Olberic Eisenberg swung his sword in a wide arc, making contact with the tightly bundled rushes mounted at the end of the yard. The blade's sharp edge sliced through its target effortlessly, and as the severed top of the bundle fell, Olberic swiftly reversed the trajectory of his weapon into a backhanded swing, slicing through it a second time in mid-air. Twin thuds sounded as the two pieces of the bundle fell to the dusty ground. Satisfied with his blade's apparent razor sharpness, he sheathed the weapon and set the scabbard down on a nearby bench, then went to fetch one of the wooden practice swords from their barrel instead. He tested its weight in his hand, and switched to practicing his swings, with thought spared to footwork and form. 5. A Reason To Stay - Final Fantasy X Zanarkand. Here they were, at the edge of the world. The pilgrimage was nearly at its end, and Lulu keenly felt the oppressive weight of what was to come. 

If... no, when Yuna succeeded in defeating Sin... she would be gone. The irony was not lost on Lulu that this would be the price of success. As a guardian, she had lost a summoner before, but Lady Ginnem's death had been the cost of Lulu's failure; even if she now guided her summoner to victory, she would lose Yuna all the same. 6. Wanna Bet? - Octopath Traveler Tonight was the night. Tressa was going to show Therion that she was the ultimate prank master and win that bet.

She almost felt sorry for Cyrus. Then again, the professor still seemed completely oblivious to the fact that he had become the victim of a prank war between his two comrades; the fact that the scholar remained unfazed was the very reason it had gone on for so long.

He had seemed like the perfect target. So good-natured and ready to roll with the punches. Always absorbed in either conversation or a book. Seeing him angry and embarrassed, of all people, should be hilarious. 7. A New Home For Your Memories - Hitman The Lady Diana Burnwood strode down the halls of her manor house, the low heels of her boots clicking against the hardwood flooring with each confident step she took. Her silk moiré skirts swished around her ankles as she rounded a corner and ducked through the solid oak double doors of her office. Here, alone, she sighed, her shoulders drooping slightly and the self-assured set of her jaw loosening as she made her way over to her wide mahogany desk. Sinking into the well-padded leather armchair behind it, she took a moment to reach her hands up to her head, rubbing both her temples soothingly with her fingertips. She could really use a glass of wine. 8. Le Petit Monstre - Drawfee RPF A sudden sound surprises you. It seems... wrong; unlike anything you've ever heard before. It sends an icy chill up your spine and fills your heart with dread.

But you're not alone. Jacob is there.

You turn to face him, and the same fear is painted clearly in his eyes. He hears it too. 9. Sins of the Father - Skyrim Both hands tied tightly behind her, she struggled against her bonds, grunting with ragged breath as they held her firmly in place. If only she could get a hand free to wield her magic... but it was no use.

A rising sense of panic assailed her, but she reminded herself of what was important: her son was safe. It didn't matter what happened to her, as long as he was alive and far away from this place. 10. Adrift in the Ocean of Her Eyes - Violet Evergarden (skipped the intro here, because it was taken verbatim from the movie) “May I introduce myself? If it is your wish, I will travel anywhere to meet your request. Auto-Memories Doll, at your service – Violet Evergarden.”

Her voice was soft and hushed, muffled by the thick wooden door. Hesitating, Isabella rose from her place crouched on the window seat and wandered across the room to crack the door open. She peeked out at the stranger whose arrival she had watched from her window. Why was she here? 11. Words of Love - Octopath Traveler On the morning of his and H'aanit's anniversary, Olberic awoke to silence. Cracking an eye open, he wondered how it was that his house was so quiet; B'renit, now all of three years old, was not known for her reticence when it came to using her voice. 12. The Ones Who Flew the Coop - LoZ: Ocarina of Time Her stomach tight with nerves, she waited as the boy in green went off to find her Cuccos, a look of determination on his face. She was still trying to shake away the goosebumps that had flared all over her skin when she'd tried to retrieve them herself. She felt so helpless. She hoped the boy would keep his word. 13. A Promise at the End of the World - LoZ: Majora’s Mask The light of dawn caressed Anju's eyelids, coaxing her from sleep. She turned over with a sigh as she was pulled out of her dream. She had been dreaming of Kafei, and of their wedding. He had been watching her with love in his eyes as she made her way over to him, resplendent in her wedding dress. They had been the only two there, the moment theirs alone. 14. A World of Knowledge Awaits - Persona 5/Octopath Traveler It was two weeks into summer vacation when Yusuke Kitagawa unexpectedly found himself with nothing to do. Without classes to attend, and given that the Phantom Thieves had successfully infiltrated Futaba Sakura's Palace, leading her to join their ranks and eliminate the threat from the hacker group Medjed, Yusuke was now searching for inspiration. He wanted to spend his free time painting, but was at a loss for a subject. 15. A Cleric’s Quandary - Octopath Traveler After turning over in bed for what must have been the twentieth time, Ophilia opened her eyes with a sigh. It seemed insomnia was with her tonight. Rising quietly from bed, she tip-toed her way to the door, careful not to wake the others as she left their shared room. 16. Finding Forgiveness - Skyrim Quintus Navale opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling, briefly pondering just going back to sleep. Instead, he rose and dressed himself, then prepared to open The White Phial for the day. As he stood behind the counter waiting for any patrons who might come into the alchemy shop, he couldn't decide whether he wished for a busy day or not. On the one hand, the thought of having to put on a smile and be cheerful for a customer's benefit made his stomach turn, but at the same time, having someone, anyone, to talk to might just ease his loneliness. Well, maybe a little bit, at least. 17. What the Heart Wants - Skyrim "Welcome to Warmaiden's. Now you, my girl, have definitely come to the right place."

I certainly have, Talia Willowvale had thought to herself when she first met Ulfberth War-Bear. She had merely stopped into the weapon's shop with the intent of examining their wares upon her arrival in Whiterun. She hadn't realized she would be equally assessing the shopkeeper's physique when she had walked through the door. 18. The Measure of a Man - Octopath Traveler "What is it, husband?" Olberic's wife H'aanit asked, balancing their daughter B'renit on her hip as she leaned over his shoulder where he sat reading a sheet of paper.

"A letter from Rose," he told her. "It's about Philip..."

"Philip?" she asked worriedly. "Is something amiss?" 

"Not exactly..." he replied, unsure how to characterize the contents of the letter. He began to read it to her instead. 19. The Meaning of Family - Octopath Traveler "Indeed, thou art with child. I am certain of it," the midwife told H'aanit without hesitation. Clasping her husband Olberic's hand, H'aanit turned to him and smiled broadly. His eyes shone with joy as he mirrored her expression, then kissed her forehead. 20. For Want of an Axe - Octopath Traveler Somewhere in the Woodlands outside of Victors Hollow, the eight travelers were setting up camp for the night. H'aanit had decided to make herself useful by hunting some game for the party to enjoy with their evening rations. As she made her way back towards the campsite with a wild goat slung over her shoulders and Linde, her snow leopard, following close behind, she was approached by the warrior, Olberic.

"H'aanit. I wonder if I might ask a favor of you," he began, then paused. "Would you allow me to carry that for you?”

H'aanit was puzzled. "Art thou asking for a favor, or offering one?" she questioned. And adding my first fic as a bonus, because it’s the only one left. 21. Someone Strong - Octopath Traveler H'aanit smiled over her mug of mead and rolled her eyes at hearing Z'aanta exaggerating his exploits once again. His audience was Olberic, whom she has warned of her master's penchant for embellishment.

“I tellen thee, the size of the beast was beyond imagining! And yet still, one arrow from my quiver was all it tooketh!” Trends I notice: I think that the more successful openings (or at least the ones that  I find more compelling) are the ones where I avoid exposition and just jump right into the character’s head, showing what they are doing or how they are feeling. Favorite opening line: I think I have to go with Would She Love Me if She Knew, which is kind of ironic because it had originally opened with an exposition dump, and on the advice of my beta I tried to intersperse Olberic’s training routine to make it feel more present. At the time, I kind of struggled with the descriptions and wasn’t confident in my writing of sword training, even after consulting with my partner, who knows more about that stuff than I do. But with a little distance, I find it quite effective now - it sets the scene, and gives us a bit of insight into Olberic as a character and what he values.

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10 Things I Hate About You • 001

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Chapter One — The Rule

summary: jj & rafe talk w/ the dean, regular expositional stuffs

word count: 1618

warnings: a singular swear word, sexual innuendos & use of euphemisms for terms used in writing smut, allusions to underage drug use.

a/n: i hope this chapter isn't boring 😔 but yALL IM BEYOND EXCITED TO START THIS YOU HAVE NO IDEA KDJD

The Kildare County High School of the Outer Banks in North Carolina is a tale of two cities. The Kooks and the Pogues each have their metaphorically crowned Princes and Princesses, and separate castes in their social hierarchies walking the halls. As one Kook Princess, Kacey Brooks, violently rips a poster advertising the Spring Fling dance off the bulletin board, the Pogue Prince, JJ Maybank, and the Kook Prince, Rafe Cameron, are just about to run into each other in the doorway of the Dean’s office.

The Dean is a thin woman with a raspy voice. She’s snappy, vulgar, and in the midst of writing plotless, and pointless, smut into a novel.

JJ is sat on the opposite side of the Dean's desk, starting at the HP emblem etched into the back of her computer, the clacking of the keyboard keys echoed through the office. He knew why he landed himself there, he just wished she would let him go already. She wanted him gone, he wanted him gone, cut out the middleman and let him leave. The Dean wanted to write out graphic ( and disturbing ) sex scenes, and JJ wanted to get to the quad where he could watch Gracie Brooks from afar in between second and third period.

The Dean carefully closed her laptop, her thin, almost witchy fingers treating her creative medium with more respect than she's ever shown the students of Kildare County. Tapping her thick, pink framed glasses up the tanned bridge of her crooked nose, her eyes settled on JJ. He leant backwards in his chair, tipping precariously on its back legs. He looked the same as he always did when he came face to face with the Dean; a heather grey Coors t-shirt with the sleeves cut off draped over his shoulders—the emblem on the center of his shirt was problematic in itself—, navy blue cargo shorts hung relatively low from his hips, but not enough that he was showing anymore than anyone wanted to see, and his black combat boots left black treds on the tile flooring from the rubber soles. Tousled blond tendrils of hair were more or less disheveled than usual as they curled around his forehead, shading his cerulean eyes that were watching the Dean expectantly.

“Alright, Maybank. You’ve been absent the past week.” She picked up the file that was placed next to her closed laptop, a single piece of printer paper sticking out of the manila folder. her eyes scanned the corner of the paper, just soaking in the most surface level information as to why JJ Maybank was sitting in her office—again.

He nodded slightly, just barely dipping his chin in acknowledgement. “Yes, Ma’am. Do you wanna know—” JJ knew their conversation wouldn't last much longer. The Dean wanted him in and out. She had to mark that the student was in her office as part of her job description, but she didn't actually have to offer them advice or discipline.

“That’s enough. I’m sure this will happen again, just don’t be so obvious next time.” The Dean, who JJ knew by first name ( they were that well acquainted ), stood out of her chair to shoo the blond out of her small workspace she grew to call… her imaginative corner. The needy, shit-for-brains teenagers that were in and out of the place all day were ruining the “aura.”

“Pleasure doin’ business with ya, Ma’am.” JJ replied as he turned on his boot-clad heel through the doorway, only to come face-to-face with Rafe Cameron. Rafe Cameron, the Kook Prince in all his Ralph Lauren polo glory. It wasn’t that JJ was short—he wasn’t at six feet tall—, but Rafe had two inches of height up on him. Even in a metaphorical sense, Rafe seemingly always had the upper hand. Whether it was from a financial, familial, or even school performance standpoint.

So, with a pointed glare ( that was returned by Rafe ), JJ stepped through the doorway, eager to rid himself of the Cameron boy's presence before he threw a punch for no reason besides intuition.

The Dean looked up as JJ walked away, leaving Rafe to turn in towards the interior of the office, a smirk that was bound to stick on his face like a silly childhood white lie, pulling at the corner of his lips. “Rafe Cameron,” her scratchy voice drawled as she dropped her clipboard about a foot onto her desk, letting the clattering sound echo. Rafe didn’t bother with the formalities of sitting down, he, like JJ, knew he would be in and out before he could say the words, “Outer Banks.”

“I see we’re making these visits a weekly ritual.”

“Only so I can see you, Ma’am.” His smirk widened into a sarcastic grin. Despite being so, outlandishly different, Rafe and JJ were uncannily the same. Even in ways they wouldn’t be caught dead with another person knowing about. “Should I play our collection of Frank Ocean songs?”

“Very clever, Rage.” She exaggerated her calling him Rage, his name was so close to the word and the word described almost his entire personality. The Dean relished in the irony. She picked up another manila folder, flipping through the papers inside she looked back towards the boy with disdain. “Says here you snorted coke in the cafeteria?”

Rafe sighed, what it said was absolutely the truth, but he couldn’t get by without putting at least a little effort in. “I was joking, I was pretending to do a bump when it was just salt.”

“Salt?” The Dean walked towards Rafe ready to push him out of her office, although the snorting of coke started turning gears in her crude brain. “That had to burn going down didn’t it? Next time, do it in the bathroom. Now, adios!”

With an exaggerated eye roll, Rafe left the Dean’s office, where she was opening up her laptop once more, muttering to herself, “Snorting coke...high sex? Bump, sounds modern.”

. . .

In the heart of the quad, as the wind picked up, blowing the remnants of an oceanic breeze across the grounds of the high school, JJ fell into step with his best friend—John B. Neither had materials needed for class. John B had a piece of paper stuffed into the back pocket of his shorts, and JJ was going off maybe having a pen or pencil in the amalgam of beer bottle caps and the paper with which he handrolls his joints jingling in one of the various pockets in his cargo shorts. Groups of people stand in their own, small congregations. There are the basic beauts—the Kook girls and guys that have nothing going for them besides their looks. Their parents make good money, enough to stay on Figure Eight, the rich side of the island, but not enough for them to be extraordinary in any feat. There are the surfers; they are Cut’s pride and joy. They adorn their lockers with stickers and listen to reggae music in the halls. One of the only groups in school that intermingled between social classes, that is to say the only group that blurred the line between Kook and Pogue, are the stoners. Lots of smoking weed, but sometimes someone can rope in something stronger. Normally, it was cocaine, considering the expansive market for the drug in the Outer Banks.

John B and JJ found another one of their close friends, Pope. The three Pogues were in their own little world, talking amongst themselves about possible storms heading in that would create surges perfect to surf when Gracie Brooks and her best friend, Arianna Chavez passed them. JJ’s attention was immediately caught. He was like a fish and whenever he talked to Gracie, saw Gracie, hell, whenever he interacted with her in any way, he would take the bait on the fishing rod. She was like a magnet, albeit, she didn’t quite return his feelings.

Gracie is one of Figure Eight’s finest. Her mother split a few years ago, and neither Gracie, nor her older sister Kacey Brooks, have told anyone why. Steve Brooks—Kacey and Gracie’s father—is an obstetrician, and one of the very few on the island. That in itself racks in quite the salary for the two Kook princesses to spend.

“Oh, my God,” he whispered, as the two girls passed him.

Gracie continued to preach the differences between “like” and “love” via the analogy of her high-top Converse to her Doc Martens. Arianna nodded her head in agreement. While there was just something about Gracie, whether it be her cookie-cutter looking exterior in short dresses or her allusions to a deeper meaning behind her relationships with her shoes, there was also something about Arianna. Before she became best friends with Gracie, she was more outgoing, more talkative, more eloquent with her words, but Gracie’s influence changed that, and if the universe was any indication, it seldom sure that Arianna would revert back to her pre-Gracie self after her influence is gone.

“Dude, you know the rule.” John B said, tugging on JJ’s shoulder as the blond sixteen-year-old almost followed Gracie, like he couldn't help but just be pulled into her wake. It was true, JJ did know the rule. It was widely known that the Brooks sisters Do Not Date. In Kacey’s freshman year, the rule was widely condemned by the male population until halfway through the year something snapped. She was no longer just another Kook Princess with preppy sundresses and vintage Reeboks. Now, all the fuss was on Gracie. Every guy was vying for her attention. She simply relished in the attention, and all JJ could do was pine quietly until graduation. Or, he could meddle. There was always that.

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I Do...I Guess (6)

The Farplane

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I decided to change the way the Farplane worked, only for story purposes. You know, you gotta do what you can for the Drama™.

Also, I’m going to try to keep the lore the same, but it gets kind of confusing towards the end of the first game, so if I mess up or change something, I’m trying to have it make sense in my head. 

Also, I don’t want to completely rehash the whole story the same way, except for the little change of Yuna and Tidus being married. But some of the events are going to be pretty similar and chronological. I mean, they have a path they have to go, and I really liked the story in the game. Why ruin a good thing?

The longer time goes on, the more we’ll diverge. I’m hoping this story will reach into X-2’s timeline, but the ending is still fuzzy. I’m not writing this ahead of time, like a smart person would. You’re getting it as it comes! Whoooo!

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As they reached the gate to the Farplane, Auron took a seat on the edge of the ramp.

“I can’t go in.” He said simply. 

Rikku took up the seat next to him and took a deck of cards out of her inventory. “We Al Bhed aren’t super big on the Farplane. We prefer to leave the past in the past.” 

“Yeah, I’m sure that’s why you dig up all the Machina.” Wakka muttered, before being elbowed by Lulu. “Ow!” 

“Behave.” 

The gate to the Farplane looked like a wall of water, mirroring the side they were on.

Tidus hesitated outside, but Wakka and Lulu walked in without another thought.

“Are you coming?” Yuna asked. 

“Uh yeah…” 

And it felt like submerging underwater, but there was no wetness, just the sensation of moving from one world into the next. 

The Farplane was vast and huge, teeming with life, despite being the land of the dead. Flowers covered the ground, and cascading waterfalls filled the sky. 

The sun looked like a hole had been punched in the sky and light shone from behind. A rotting, swirling blackness gnawed at the edges, making the almost pristine world have an ominous air to it. 

“Whoa.” Said Tidus. 

“It’s so pretty,” said Yuna. 

“So how does this work?” Tidus asked the more experienced party members. 

“It’s pretty easy,” Wakka walked up to a podium at the edge of the platform they stood on. “All you gotta do is touch this sphere, here. Then, all the people in the Farplane that want to see you will appear. Then you get to pick who you want to talk to, and they’ll come forward, and then you can talk to them.” 

“Have you done this before?” 

“For sure, ah? Quite a few years ago, Chappu and I were talking about an old Besaid legend, the Melonheads. It was a group of people with swollen heads that lived in the caves down by the beach. Chappu never believed they existed, but me and some of the Aurochs were sure it was true. So when Lulu and I came through on our last pilgrimage, I asked the previous leader of Besaid about it.” 

“And what did he say?” 

“He didn’t know, so he called on his predecessor, and he called on his, so on and so forth, until we got all the way back to the war.” 

“And?” 

“And it was a bunch of bologna. It was some dumb joke from my grandfather’s era.” 

“That’s really cool you got to solve it though!” Yuna chirped. “And you got to talk to the founder of Besaid! That’s amazing.” 

“So who’s going first?” Tidus asked, glancing at the podium. 

“I’ll go. I’ll show you how it works,” replied Wakka. He confidently strolled up to the podium, but paused with his hand hovering over the sphere. 

“What’s wrong?” 

“I just…got nervous, all of a sudden. I haven’t seen Chappu since…” he swallowed instead of finishing his sentence, and then pressed his hand on the surface of the softly glowing sphere. 

The air filled with hazy figures, slowly solidifying into ghostly people. Details and faces appearing as they were before they died. About fifty in total, and mostly men. 

Luzzu, a crusader that Tidus had met on Besaid, and travelled with the team all the way to Mi’ihen, was among them. 

“Wow,” Wakka said with a little, sad chuckle. “There’s more here than I was expecting.” Then he spotted Chappu, and beckoned him forward. 

“Hey big brodda! It’s been awhile, ya?” Chappu greeted with a big smile. Though he had the proud Besaid accent and boisterous voice, his sound was airy and wispy.    

“Yeah. Yeah it has.” Wakka responded, without much enthusiasm. 

“What’s with the cold reception?! Bummed because I’m dead?” 

Wakka laughed slightly, unable to help it. “Yeah. Yeah man, that’s it exactly.” 

“Well knock it off! The Farplane isn’t too bad, ya? I built a place down by the river, surrounded by flowers. We play Blitz all day, and never have to work. And the best part? No Sin! Sure, we don’t eat or sleep, but we don’t need to. So stop moping!” 

“I just…miss you. Is all.” 

“Yeah, I miss you too, eh? But time is different here. Not sure how long I’ve been dead.” 

“About a year now.” 

“Wow, a whole year! Feels like just yesterday, but also like I’ve been here for eons. It’s too hard to explain.” He waved a hand in front of his face, changing the topic. “What are you doing in Guadosalam anyway?” 

“I’m a guardian again. This time, for good. Gave up the game. It was time to get serious, you know?”

“Who this time?” 

“It’s Yuna, she’s finally ready.” He gestured behind him so that Chappu could see. 

Yuna waved. 

“Little Yuna is already on her Pilgrimage? Well, good luck! And I’ll save you a good spot!” He laughed. 

No one joined. 

“Hey Wakka,” Chappu grew serious. “You takin’ good care of my girl?” 

“He bullies me,” Lulu answered. 

“I do not! If anything, you’re the bully!”

“You need to be bullied. You’re too immature.” 

Chappu laughed again. “I guess I got my answer.”

“If anything, I’m taking care of him.” Lulu added. “But he makes sure I’m staying safe.” 

“Good, glad to hear it. I’d haunt Wakka if he wasn’t taking care of you.” 

Lulu closed her eyes, and downcast her face, hiding her expression. 

“I see Kimahri, and who’s this dude?” Chappu gestured to Tidus. 

“Your long lost twin, ya? Gotta rub some tomato in his hair, but he could be you. I gave him your sword. I think he likes it.” 

“Good! I certainly don’t need it here. Better he use it to keep Yuna safe.” 

“You got it, Chappu!” Tidus gave him a thumbs up. 

“I wish I could talk longer, but your time is precious. Just promise me one thing, Wakka.”

“What’s that?” 

“Let me go.” 

Wakka swallowed and shook his head. “I don’t know if I can do that yet, you know? For the longest time, I hoped…” he swallowed again, finding his throat too dry. “In my head, I knew you’d be here. They told me they found your body. But my heart kept hoping that they were wrong. But here you are.” 

“So take this as closure. I’m fine. Great actually. I have plenty of regrets,” he glanced at Lulu, “but there’s no one in the Farplane who doesn’t have their regrets. I’ll learn to live with them. Or…die with them, as the case may be. But you still have time, and hanging onto me is going to drag you down.” 

“Gee, when did you get so smart?” 

“You learn a few things when you arrive here. Things that seemed important when you were alive suddenly aren’t anymore, and you get a look at a bigger picture. But I’m spoiling it for you.” He shot his arm out, giving Wakka a brotherly punch that he’d never feel. “Take care, brodda. Get Yuna to Zanarkand, and maybe coach the Aurochs again if you get back, ah? We got to win once.” 

Wakka laughed. “We did win! This guy,” he pointed at Tidus. “He allegedly played for the Zanarkand Abes! He took us to the finals!” 

“You for real? He’s from Zanarkand? We played them on this side not too long ago. Great team! They got some moves I’ve never seen before. Kicked our butts, they did!” 

Wakka laughed, a real genuine laugh since they had arrived in Guadosalam. It was heartbreaking. 

“Well, you better get off the line, before we talk about Blitz for three hours.” 

“Yeah.” He sighed, and his shoulders relaxed. “I’ll see you around, ya? Next time, I might be on the other side with you.” 

“You better be an old man.” 

“No guarantees. You save me a good spot too though, okay?” 

“Already did. It’s blocked out and everything.” 

“Thanks. Well…bye Chappu.” 

“See you, Wakka.” 

And he removed his hand from the sphere. For a while, he stood there, staring at the place Chappu had been. Then he quickly wiped his face and turned to the group. “See? Easy as pie! Who’s next?” 

Yuna avoided eye contact and twiddled her thumbs. 

“Lu? You wanna go?” 

“I have no one I want to talk to.” Then she considered a moment. “But, there is someone I want to see. Just to make sure they made it to the Farplane.” She approached the podium, and touched the sphere. 

About the same amount of people appeared for Lulu as for Wakka, with lots of the same faces, including Chappu. 

After a glance over the crowd, she frowned. “A shame.” 

“You don’t see them?” 

“No. But, they could just not want to see me. I wouldn’t blame them either.” She removed her hand and stepped back, leaving the podium open for Yuna. 

“I guess it’s my turn, then.” 

With the determination he saw her garner when she summoned, Yuna approached the sphere, and placed her hand on it. Tidus was quick to take his place beside her, for emotional support. 

Many more people appeared. Maybe 200. Maybe more. It was hard to tell. 

“Famous even in the Farplane,” Tidus joked. 

“Hm. Many of these people knew my father, and probably would like to speak to me because of him. Or perhaps I met them once and made that big of an impact. It’s hard to know. But, honestly, I don’t recognize them all.” 

But there, in the middle, stood her parents, arm in arm, reunited in death. 

She beckoned them forward. 

Immediately, Lord Braska’s face melted in adoration. “Is that my Yuna? My little girl?” His voice, like Chappu, had a wispy quality to it. The sound of someone speaking without vocal chords. 

“Hello mother, father.” She greeted with a tearful smile. 

“My my child, how you have grown. How old are you now?” 

“17.” 

“Ten years it’s been then? What are you doing in Guadosalam?” 

“I’m on my own Pilgrimage to Zanarkand.” 

Instead of beaming with pride, like Tidus expected he would, Braska frowned. “You became a Summoner? That’s…a fate I had hoped to spare you from.” 

“You’re so young,” said her mother. 

“I know. But, when you defeated Sin, you brought so much joy to Spira. I want to do so too. And it’s not your fault, but I think everyone expects the same of me.” 

“I was afraid of that.” Braska lamented. 

“I want you to meet my guardians!” Yuna interjected, before the man could blame himself further. She beckoned Kimahri closer. “This is Kimahri Ronso. Sir Auron met him on his way back from your Pilgrimage and asked him to find me. He brought me to Besaid and stayed with me ever since.”

“Glad to know Auron kept his promise to look after you.” Braska smiled. 

“In Besaid, I met Lulu and Wakka. They’ve been like family to me. They practically raised me. And Sir Auron, we met up with in Luca. He’s outside, with Rikku!”

“Rikku?” Asked her mother, “your cousin?”

“Yep!”

This little tidbit of information did not escape Wakka. “Your who-what now?” 

Yuna hunched her shoulders. “Um…Rikku is my cousin?”

“But…that would mean…you’re Al Bhed?”

Yuna’s mother spoke up. “Half. A summoner married to an Al Bhed is given no favors, even if he’s widowed. So, it’s not well known.” 

“Summoner Braska married one…” Wakka shook his head in disbelief. “What a way to learn this information…” 

“You’re not going to bail, are you?” Asked Lulu. 

“No. Guardian through and through. Just…I need some time to process.” He held his head and muttered something that sounded like, “and I said all those things.” 

“And who’s this strapping gentleman standing next to you?” Yuna’s mother asked. “I think you missed a guardian?”

“Oh! Of course. This is Tidus, Sir Jecht’s son…and my husband.”

THAT brought joy from the couple. 

“You got married!” Her mother cheered. “That’s wonderful!” 

“To the crybaby?” Asked Braska, with a smug smile.

Tidus rolled his eyes. “I’m not a crybaby.”

“There will be some hard times ahead of you, and having someone like a spouse to support you will help. It's a luxury I wish I could have had.”

“Actually…” She clenched her hands to her chest. “There’s something I need your advice on. One Summoner to another.” 

“Whatever you need, My Love.” 

Just that little nickname brought joy to the part of her heart that had desperately missed her father. “Did you ever know Maester Seymour Guado?”

He thought for a moment. “Lord Jyscal’s son? I don’t think I ever met him. He’s half human, half Guado, right? He’s a Maester now, hmm? Good for him.”

“Yes, he umm…he proposed to me.”

Braska laughed. “And you obviously told him you were married, correct?”

“Well, yes. But Tidus and I have only been married a few days. Well, Maester Seymour believes it would be best if we got our marriage annulled, and Maester Seymour and I wed instead.”

“He said that!?” Yuna’s mother gawked. 

Braska, too, looked disturbed at the idea. “Why would he ask such a thing?”

“He said that…well, as a Summoner, it’s my job to bring joy to Spira. And a wedding between a Maester and Summoner would be a joyous occasion.” 

“Sure,” said Braska. “Until they find out that you broke off your marriage of love for a marriage for politics.” 

“That’s what Auron said!” Tidus interjected. 

“And that didn’t convince you?” 

Yuna blushed, embarrassed. “I know…I just…he’s a Maester, and he only has Spira and Summoner’s best interests at heart. He wouldn’t have asked if there wasn’t some good that would come out of it.” As she said it, she wondered if she really believed that. It was what she was trying to convince herself was really happening, instead of the gut feeling that hit everytime Seymour appeared. “Would he?”

Braska shook his head. “My sweet daughter, by bringing the Calm, I had hoped that I had paved a way for you to do what you want. I’m so proud that you’ve become a summoner. But Spira’s happiness doesn’t need to rest solely on your shoulders. There’s no reason you and Tidus couldn’t have a more formal and public ceremony to bring joy.”

Yuna looked over to Tidus, not having considered that at all. 

“Yuna. As hypocritical as this may sound, promise me, you won’t let anyone tell you want to do in your marriage. You and Tidus are a team now. A team not even a Maester can break up. And that’s coming from High Summoner Braska.” 

Yuna actually wept a few tears in relief. “Thank you, father. I needed to hear that. I was so concerned about Yevon and my duties to the Temples, that I forgot my duties as a wife.” She turned to Tidus. “I’m going to tell Seymour no.”

Tidus deflated like a balloon, relaxed and relieved. “Thank Yevon, right?” 

“And you, Sir Tidus,” Braska said sternly. 

Tidus straightened up. 

“As her guardian, don’t be afraid to tell people to back off. It’s your duty. Your father was particularly talented in it. Although, best not use the same language and hand gestures he used.” 

“I understand.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “You’d get it. Yevon isn’t a thing in Zanarkand. Knowing what’s appropriate and would reflect poorly on Yuna…that’s something I’m trying to figure out.” 

“Whatever you do, once Yuna defeats Sin, it all gets overlooked, or remembered fondly. So just do what you have to.” 

“Yes sir!”

“Glad to hear it. Now, Yuna…there’s something you should know about Zanarkand.” 

“What is it, father?”

Braska hesitated. “Did Auron tell you anything?”

“Um…not anything outside of my expectations.” 

“Hmm. And you’re set on this Summoner path?” 

“That's all I want.” 

He seemed to think better of whatever he was going to say, and instead said, “well, I suppose you’ll find out when the time comes. In the end, it won’t matter.” 

“In the end?” Asked Tidus. 

Braska gave him a little look. “At the end of the Pilgrimage. It won’t matter. All she needs to do is defeat Sin.” 

“Oh, sure. Right.” 

Braska reached a hand out, touching the side of Yuna’s face, sending tingles over her cheek. “One last thing, my wonderful daughter. There’s no shame in abandoning the Pilgrimage. I almost turned back, and most Summoners do as well. I love you, and I will continue to do so no matter what you choose.”

“Thank you, father. It’s a blessing to know I have your support no matter what happens.” 

“And Tidus’ support,” he reminded. “And he’s tangible.” 

Tidus rested a hand on her shoulder, squeezing affectionately. 

Wiping a tear from her eye, Yuna gave a curt nod. 

“Good luck, My dearest daughter.” 

“We’ll be waiting,” her mother added. 

And Yuna removed her hand from the podium. She sighed, closing her eyes. 

“Feel a little better?” Tidus asked. 

“Yes. I had hoped talking to my father would give me clarity. And it did.” 

“Uh…Yuna?” Wakka spoke up. 

They were both prepared for Wakka to start interrogating her about her heritage, since that had to be on the forefront of his mind. Instead, he was pointing at the place Braska had been. 

Yuna looked up, and saw a Guado man. “Lord Jyscal?” 

Unlike Chappu and Braska, Jyscal looked…unwell. Dead and ghostly, of course, but he looked more gray, more tormented. He crooked a finger towards her, and beckoned her closer. 

Yuna leaned in, nervous that a figment could appear without anyone touching the podium. 

He whispered something in her ear. Something that puzzled her. 

But before anyone could ask questions, he was gone. 

“What did he say?” Asked Tidus. 

“I…I’m not sure. I couldn’t understand him.” She lied. More than anything, she wanted to deflect from the news she had received. “Tidus, would you like to try?” She gestured to the sphere.

He considered it. “It couldn’t hurt right? Maybe I’ll tell my mom that I got hitched. She won’t believe me.” He laughed as rested his hand on the sphere.

Hundreds. Thousands of people appeared. 

A city’s worth.

“Whoa…” said Wakka. 

“Ah. Yeah…that’s what happens when you and your dad are famous, I guess. All my fans want to see me.” He frowned as he looked around, tears gathering in his eyes. 

Children, young people in the prime of their lives, and his teammates. Friends he had eaten with just a month ago. They were all here, waiting for him. 

“I…I changed my mind.” He removed his hand. “I don’t want to talk to anyone.” The ghosts disappeared, like a bad dream.  

Wakka was staring at him, jaw dropped. 

“What?”

“You’re for real? You’re really from Zanarkand?”

Tidus chuckled. “Oh so now you believe me?”

“Kind of hard to ignore the evidence! I don’t even know that many people!”

“I’m waiting for an apology.”

Wakka sighed. “Fine. I’m sorry for doubting you and calling you delusional.”

“Ahem.”

“I’m sorry, Sir Tidus.”

He smiled. “Hey, water under the bridge! Now, let’s go tell Seymour the good news and get the heck out of Guadosalam!”

Lulu spoke up. “Unfortunately, there’s a really bad storm in the Thunder Plains. We’ll have to stay the night here.” 

“When is it not storming in the Thunder Plains?”

“Fine. Get struck. See if I care.” 

Yuna led the party out of the Farplane, back to where Rikku and Auron were waiting. 

“So?” Asked Rikku. “How did it go?” 

“I’ve decided to tell Seymour no. Tidus and I are staying married.” 

“Good!” She cheered, then tacked on, “Seymour’s kind of an asshole anyway.” 

“He’s still a Maester. So you shouldn’t call him that.” Reprimanded Lulu. “At least, not in front of others.” 

Wakka sheepishly approached Rikku and gave her a light rap on the shoulder with his knuckles. “Hey kiddo, I’m sorry about what I said earlier. We might disagree about things, but there was no reason for me to yell at you, ya?” 

“Aww, it’s okay Wakka. It’s hard to fight against your whole worldview, right?” 

Auron smirked at the exchange. “Let me guess. You found out about Yuna's heritage?” 

Wakka might as well be as transparent as those on the Farplane. “Yeah well. Even if Yuna wasn’t half Al Bhed…it was still crappy to yell at a kid.” 

Rikku grinned. “I’ll take it!” 

The group then returned to Seymour’s mansion. Only to find the man in question missing. 

“Lord Seymour has moved on to his temple in Macalania, as he stated you needed time to consider his offer,” said Tromell.

“He didn’t wait for the storm to pass?” Asked Lulu. 

“Lord Seymour is not bothered by such things. But he assumed the storm and your late arrival would keep you here, and he has had two rooms prepared for you.” 

Tidus and Yuna shared a look. Only two rooms?

“Whoo! Slumber party!” Rikku chirped. 

Auron patted Tidus’ back and spoke softly. “I can see the anxiety on your face, plain as day. Lulu and Rikku will be with her. There’s nothing to worry about.” 

“Getting separation anxiety two days into marriage, eh?” Wakka chided. “It’s kinda cute.” 

“Lay off. I’m just…pissed with Seymour, is all.” He muttered, only partly lying. 

“If you are all set, I will show you to your rooms. If you will follow me.”  

Tidus and Yuna fell into step with one another, as was a common occurrence as of late. 

“Yuna?” 

“I know,” she said with a sad little smile. “We should talk about it. But…I’m kind of tired. Can it wait until we have the privacy of our own room?” 

That was such a gracious request, he couldn’t help but honor it. “Of course. Later. But, we’re good, right?”

“Only if you’re okay. I wouldn’t blame you if you were still mad at me.” 

“It’s kind of hard to stay mad at you. It…kind of hurt, but I understand.” 

She reached over and took his hand, squeezing it. “I never want to hurt you again.” This came out with so much sorrow in her voice. 

He leaned in and kissed her cheek.

[obxhoe]

Leather and Lace || Rudy Pankow {1}

Lovers forever face to face My city your mountains Stay with me stay I need you to love me I need you today Give to me your leather Take from me my lace

(eek i’m nervous about this. hope y’all enjoy. message me if you wanna be on my taglist!)

CHAPTER ONE

ZOE’S POV:

Sophie’s alarm clock is blaring yet again after the third time she had snoozed it this morning. I can hear it in my bedroom… across the freaking hallway. I pad into her room,

“Soph.” No response. “Soph!” I whisper-yell. “Sophie!!!” She jolts up, ripping her eye mask off.

“I’m up. I’m up.” 

“I’m leaving in 20 minutes for class, I won’t be home until at least 11 tonight, I told Liv I would have dinner and a wine night at her place.”

“I’m probably sleeping at Aaron’s tonight so…” I raise an eyebrow at her. Aaron is this new guy she met over Bumble and the two of them have been seeing each other every day since their first date 3 weeks ago.

“Alright well have fun and try not to do anything dumb”

“You know I always do” I laugh and shut her door, walking to my vanity to quickly put on some makeup and grab my stuff. 

I’m about a quarter way through my senior year at NYU, and about a quarter away from an existential crisis. I’m not sure what I want to do with my life yet. Basically every single one of my friends have boyfriends and they talk about marriage and babies and all that shit. And it’s cute. But I’m fine on my own. My last boyfriend Peter always had me feeling suffocated. The constant “Babe” and “Baby”. The obligation of having to FaceTime someone all the time. Having to be around someone every minute of every day. I was exhausted all the time. Currently, I’m an international business major with a minor in accounting. Taking a full course load, and working a part time job in an accounting firm on top of that. I don’t exactly have time for anything else. 

I check the time and see that I’m running 5 minutes late. I slip on mom jeans, a giant t-shirt I stole from my dad years ago and run out the door. The walk to school is always my favorite part of the day. The West Village was my dream neighborhood to live in and once I saved up enough money from working throughout school, I finally was able to rent a tiny two bedroom apartment. I mindlessly scroll through social media as I speed walk to “campus”, it’s really just a few buildings in the city, there’s no open space or anything. Unless you count Washington Square Park. I pass the West 4th street subway station and my phone fumbles out of my hand as a result of someone walking straight into me.

“Fuck. fuck fuck fuck.” I say grabbing my phone and seeing the screen cracked. This is not exactly what I need at this moment.

“I am so sorry” I hear a voice above me, “I’m not from here, which I guess you can tell. Uh, I’m a little lost. I think? I’m not sure where I’m going or what uptown and downtown mean on the subways. Sorry, I’m rambling. Oh my god!” He sees my phone. “I’m so sorry. Shit. I can get you a new one.”

“Ok chill for a sec dude” I stand up brushing my hair out of my eyes. “At least buy a girl coffee before you offer up a phone.”

“Oh you’re not mad. I thought most people who live here have a stick up their ass all the time” He says, and I finally look up at his face. Those eyes, those fucking eyes. My breath catches in my throat as I realize I’m staring at him. Something about him looks or feels familiar but I can’t place my finger on it.

“Uh yeah most people are like that.”

“So are you not from here?” He asks “Cause ya know, you’re nice and stuff.” 

“Oh no I live here. I go to NYU, I’m actually on my way there now.” I look at my phone to check the time but I can barely see due to the cracked screen. 

“Uh it’s 9:0-”

“Oh you’ve got to be kidding me” I groan loudly, class started at 9.

“Late for class…?” he asks cautiously, not sure if he’s going to make it worse or not.

“Yes. I have to go, like right now.” I say starting to turn to walk away.

“Wait. Let me buy you that coffee so we can discuss the phone thing. Today isn’t great for me, how does tomorrow sound?” I nod and he hands me his phone. “Put in your number.” I quickly type in my information and hand him back the phone. “Well Zoe,” He says looking down at my contact, “I hope to see you later.”

“You too, I didn’t catch your name though.”

“Rudy. Rudy Pankow.”

“Well Rudy,” I look at him, flashing a small smirk “I’ll be looking forward to your text.” I turn and walk away as fast as I can. Of all the things that make me anxious, being late to class is pretty high up on the list. But I think the idea of meeting Rudy for coffee is consuming my mind more than the fact that I’m late is. I slip into the back of the lecture hall about 15 minutes late, luckily not drawing any attention to myself. I take out my notebook and try to take notes, but my mind is elsewhere.

RUDY’S POV:

I don’t know where the hell I am right now. Chase was completely wrong when he said the New York subway system would be easy to figure out. I have to go film a few interviews for Buzzfeed about season two and I’m lost. Totally lost. 

“West 4th street-Washington Square” The crackle comes over the speaker. 

“Fuck it” I mumble and get off. I can just take an Uber, so much for trying to get the whole experience. I walk up the stairs trying to order an Uber, getting more and more frustrated by the minute. All of a sudden I slam into what I can only hope is another tourist, the last thing I need is someone yelling at me for looking at my phone. 

“Fuck. fuck fuck fuck.” I hear a voice from next to me mutter.

“I am so sorry” Fuck. She’s beautiful, and I’m just straight up dumb. “I’m not from here, which I guess you can tell. Uh, I’m a little lost. I think? I’m not sure where I’m going or what uptown and downtown mean on the subways. Sorry, I’m rambling.” For fucks sake Rudy shut the fuck up. I look to her hand and see that I shattered her entire phone and my stomach drops. “Oh my god! I’m so sorry. Shit. I can get you a new one.” Yes good job. Just offer up an entirely new phone, that’ll help. I mentally smack my forehead. 

“Ok chill for a sec dude” She stands up, locking her eyes with mine. My eyes can’t decide where to look. Her eyes? her lips? She’s stunning. “At least buy a girl coffee before you offer up a phone.” My face turns bright red. I’m a fucking idiot. She’s running late and I decide to just shoot my shot. I shove my phone at her offering up coffee. A smile breaks onto my face when she takes it and types in her contact info. Zoe. 

“Well Rudy, I’ll be looking forward to your text” She smirks at me. God dammit I have never seen anything like her before. She spins on her heel and rushes away. I slide into the nearest taxi, not getting the chance to order an Uber. What the hell just happened?

ZOE’S POV:

I can’t get him off my mind. This isn’t like me at all. Usually I turn random men on the street down, I mean who doesn’t? What if this guy is a serial killer. God Zoe what did you do. Ok but he seems nice enough right? Ugh. I stare at my glass of wine, mind wandering.

“Earth to Zoe” Liv waves her hand in front of my face. I blink and look up.

“Sorry I’m exhausted. Too many unhappy clients today.”

“Uh huh sure.” She rolls her eyes and my friend Katie laughs next to her.

“What?!” I say, a little too defensively.

“Who’s the guy? You only ever act like this, all out of it and daydreamy when there’s a guy”

“There’s no gu-” I get cut off.

“Oh don’t even try. Who is he.” Katie slides next to me and pours more wine in my glass.

“It’s really no one. I met him on the street, he sort of smashed my phone. Well I guess I did. When he ran into me. And then he offered to buy me a new phone just like that. I was like well at least buy me a coffee first, you know, jokingly. But then he actually made a date for tomorrow to get coffee. He said he’d text me, but it’s been hours so I doubt it’ll actually happen. Probably is just being nice.” I mumble the last sentence. 

“A guy on the street?” Liv raises her voice.

“Are you crazy?” Katie says, setting her wine glass down a little too hard.

“I know I know. But something about him just felt familiar. Like I had seen him before or something. He seems our age, he had these insane blue eyes. I couldn’t stop staring.” I look down at the table. “I probably won’t even go, it’s a dumb idea.” 

“Dude, you’ll find someone. I promise. It just takes time” I look over to Liv.

“That’s the thing though. I don’t even want someone, I’m fine on my own right now. If I started seeing a guy, I wouldn’t have time for him, the two of you, work and school. I would literally have a mental breakdown.” I laugh. Part of me knows I’m lying. I don’t want a boyfriend, that part is true. But if that boyfriend was Rudy, I would have to reconsider. That’s crazy right? I’m definitely going crazy. I don’t even know this guy.

“Ok well let’s get drunk and watch hot boys on TV. There’s a show Liv and I wanted to watch on Netflix called Outer Banks. Have you seen it yet?” Katie asks me as she goes to the couch.

“I don’t have the time for that.” I plop down next to her.

“So that’s a no” She grabs the remote.

“I’m so fucking excited. I keep seeing stuff about the show everywhere, season two is coming out next week.” Liv squeals. Katie starts the show and I start chugging my wine so I can get a new glass. I choke on my wine and spit it out all over the ivory rug.

“Zoe! What the Fuck?!” Liv yells, obviously pissed I just ruined her rug. But I can’t stop coughing. I look back to the TV to make sure I’m not seeing things. It’s him, I could never forget those eyes.

“That’s him” I choke out, “That’s the guy who I ran into today.”

“Rudy Pankow? The guy on the TV right now? Are you sure?” Katie looks at me.

“There’s no way.” Liv shakes her head.

“I’m dead serious. That’s the guy.” My phone vibrates from across the room and we all look at each other. I run over to look at it.

Meet me at Think Coffee in SoHo tomorrow at 3pm. Apple Store right next door ;) -Rudy

“No. Fucking. Way”

Taglist: @pink-meringues​ @x-lulu​ @perkeusjackson​

[kbmercer]

Ch.1, Pt.1/2: Long Time, No See

[Life’s A Journey]

Summary:

A lot had happened after they parted ways. Nevertheless, the threads that tie them together remained. From children to adults, a reunion that’s long overdue leads the trio to embark on another journey.

Just like old times.

Word Count: 3k+

The screeching of the rail pulls (Y/n) from their slumber. The train they sat in was slowly coming to a halt. An announcer broadcasts their location while bleary (e/c) eyes work to regain clarity. A yawn releases from the trainer’s throat as a (s/c) hand moves to massage their neck from the soreness of lying back throughout the ride. In a half-conscious state they manage to grasp their luggage, rolling it along the thin rug of the transport and lifting it pass the gap between the train car door and the station floor. The cool air-conditioned atmosphere of the station works to rouse them as they take a moment to stretching in the center of the terminal. With a hum of satisfaction, (Y/n) swiftly checks the time on their Rotom Phone before quickly exiting the building. It’s been a long time since they’d been here…A long, long time.

The dim light of the evening sun illuminates the cobblestone streets of Wedgehurst. The sounds of banter from townsfolk and the chirping of Rookidee bring back memories, some insignificant but heartwarming all the same. The sparse lighting of the overhead lamps speckled the town in white and the fluorescent glow of open businesses show just how much the place has grown. It was very interesting to see how much change Galar had been through since the time they had moved away. Though, what (Y/n) wondered most was how their friends were doing. How much had they changed? Soon enough they would know, for stopping by Wedgehurst for a surprise visit is their way of finding out. They just hoped it wasn’t too late to pop in today.

With renewed pep in their step, (Y/n) walks straight ahead until she is met with a tall structure of brown, white, and violet. The pokéball sign over the entrance indicated that it was indeed the Pokémon Lab. It hasn’t changed a bit save for the vines that grew out and over the windowsills. Giving a tentative knock on the door, the veteran trainer walks through and takes a good look. The outside may not have appeared too different, but wow! The inside had some work done. New technology was a given considering the occupation of science and research, though there was so much more greenery and literature that there was now a second floor. The place could pass for a recreational library if it really wanted to.

“Why, hello there. Is there anything I can assist you with?” (Y/n) turns their head to view a rather plain looking lady. A woman of average height with blue-black hair and glasses stands patiently for an answer.

“Hey-ya. I was looking to see if Sonia or Professor Magnolia were here?” The woman shakes her head.

“I’m sorry. They have left for the day. I stayed behind to organize my work, so I’ll be the one closing for tonight.” A small sigh leaves them in response.

“I did arrive too late, then. That’s not a problem. I’ll just visit them when they’re in tomorrow.” Giving a nod of thanks (Y/n) turns to exit, yet upon opening the door they are met with a familiar face. A teen boy with amber eyes and a head of purple hair. He had a stack of annotated papers in hand; the fluffy figure of a Dubwool stood by his side as it bleated at them in greeting. (Y/n) would have greeted the pokémon back if they and the boy weren’t having a borderline staring contest, both shocked at seeing each other once again. Apparently, the boy was at a loss for words so (Y/n) breaks the silence.

“How’s it hangin’ Hopscotch? You haven’t forgotten about me have ya?” A proud smile graces their face. He’s grown so much from the last time they saw him.

In a split second, the weight of his person clings to them in a tight hug. His shoulders shake with quiet sobs as (Y/n) reciprocates, letting tears of their own slip down their cheeks. It was one thing to talk through a phone screen but seeing each other in-person goes unmatched. It has been years.

(Y/n) was like a second sibling to Hop; a wayward soul with a sharp wit and open mind. Someone who, despite being rather blithe was also fully capable of giving their 110% percent. Both they and Lee played a part in making who he is as a person, more than they’d ever know. So, when (Y/n) had made the decision to “go on a new adventure”, he didn’t know how to feel. To be in their presence after over half a decade has him floored. When Hop pulls away to dry the remainder of his tears, (Y/n) takes their hands to playfully cup his face.

“Say it ain’t so! I swear it was just yesterday when I had to crouch to look at you.” The boy huffs swatting their hands away.

“Yeah. Time will do that to a person.”

“I swear it was just yesterday when you weren’t as cheeky either.” Hop laughs.

“What are you doing here?! Just a few days ago you said you were in Hoenn!?”

“Well I was, but I also had a flight soon after our call.”

“So what? You just weren’t going to tell anyone that you’d be in Galar.”

“Nope. I wanted to surprise you all. You should have seen the look on your face.”

“Can you blame me? It’s been so long.”

“Nah. If anything, I’m just as excited about this as you are.”

The subtle sound of the lab assistant clearing her throat pulls the two from their conversation. Having witnessed all that occurred she was happy for the two, but she needed to head home and they were blocking the doorway. With a swift apology and the scratch of a cheek, (Y/n) sidesteps as Hop walks into the facility.

             “Sorry about that. I forgot to turn in a report, so I’ll take over and lock-up.” The woman concedes the lab keys to the teen before taking her leave.

             The young researcher swiftly moves around the area. The older leaves him to it as they take a seat at the table. A hefty nudge of the leg gains their undivided attention as (e/c) hues meet the shining eyes of Dubwool. The pokémon bleats loudly and happily in recognition. (Y/n) does not hesitate to stroke his head and horns.

“So you’ve evolved, eh? Last time I saw you, you were just a small as Hopscotch.”

The sound of a drawer sliding shut is followed by the kid rounding the counter he had walked behind. (Y/n) notices the small bounce in his step as he beams at them. If there was anything that hadn’t changed about Hop it was his abundant energy. Aside from his uptick in enthusiasm at their return, the teen had always been a lively person in general.

“Oh, man. I have so many questions, but first, I really wanna see your pokémon. Can I? Please? This is the perfect place!” His exaggerated gesturing elicits a soft chuckle from them. Taking grasp of a pure black crossbody laid atop their luggage, (Y/n) opens a side compartment to reveal an entire team of six. Taking each capsule to fit between their fingers, the veteran tosses them out, summoning the creatures they held dear.

Calls of different volumes and pitches echo across the laboratory as (Y/n)’s pokémon party take in their surroundings. The team consisted of creatures of various heights and statures—two tall, two moderates, and two smalls; 4 bipedal, and 2 quadrupedal. Venusaur, Quagsire, Aggron, Lopunny, Scrafty, and Sylveon. Amber eyes widen in admiration as he identifies the team. Scrambling to retrieve his Rotom Phone and log the pokémon, he begins to feel a soft texture along the back of his non-dominant hand. Removing his eyes from the device, Hop follows the touch. Pink ribbon-like feelers languidly caress the skin skimming over his fingers, down the palm, and to the wrist before unraveling. Sylveon to whom the feelers belonged let out a noise of approval before moving to Dubwool. The teen raised an eyebrow at what had occurred.

“That was Babe. You’ve seen him nose around on video call before. He knows who you are but has never been the sort to outright trust anybody without deciding that for himself.”

Now that the violet-haired teen thought about it, he does recall reading that Sylveon use their appendages to distinguish emotion. It’s to be expected he supposed.

Following Babe to see him sit by Dubwool, the sheep was conversating with Lopunny. The rabbit pokémon appears to be very talkative and attentive, giving Hop’s partner some much-needed social interaction. Bright eyes shift to (Y/n) once more.

“Her name’s Lulu. She’s definitely the most welcoming of the bunch. Not to say the others aren’t. She’s just warms up to people quicker.” With a nod of understanding, Hop turns his head to observe Aggron and Scrafty. The former stood shyly looking to her trainer for reassurance while the latter practically burned holes into Hop with an intense leer. Giving a soft smile to the two pokémon, (Y/n) pats the boy on the shoulder. He had turned stiff from the dark-fighting type’s intimidation.

“Those two are Gina and Scout. Don’t be fooled by Gina’s stature; she’s just the sweetest. As for Scout, she’s quite tenacious but I assure you it’s just because she’s very protective of the crew.”

“If you say so…” he laughs nervously.

Last but not least, the young researcher shifts to view (Y/n)’s Venusaur and Quagsire. Both were simply relaxing, the grass-poison type comfortably lay next to the terrarium eyeing the boy with warmth and familiarity. Quagsire sat close by with an ever-so lackadaisical look on his face. The water fish pokémon makes eye contact with both trainers and waves at them. Of course they both wave back touched by such a simple gesture.

“You remember those two?”

“Never forgot. You’ve had Poppy and Briggs since the very beginning.”

“Yeah… You’d hang with them all the time back when they were just a Bulbasaur and Wooper.”

             Hop would always recollect the day Leon, Sonia, and (Y/n received their starters. He was five years old around that time. Professor Magnolia had recently returned from a meeting in Kanto and bought their regional starters to Galar. Lee, Sonia, and (Y/n) were set to begin their trainer journeys by choosing from the three. Big brother chose Charmander, Sonia took Squirtle, and (Y/n) adopted Bulbasaur. The grass starter’s personality was mellow—a stark foil to a rambunctious young (Y/n). Even so, they were a match bound by Arceus. When they weren’t busy climbing the ranks, the two would drop by Postwick and entertain his antics. Sometimes they’d even go on capers much to his mother’s worry.

It was at one point that an attempt at lake fishing almost yanked him into the water. If it weren’t for (Y/n) and Poppy’s assistance, Hop couldn’t help but to think the situation would’ve taken a turn for the worse. That encounter was when they had met Briggs, an odd little Wooper who had gotten tangled in the line. The battle that ensued and the capture that followed made an impression on his kid self. It was when the League began to get more challenging that Poppy and Briggs evolved. They had grown stronger and the conscious fear of hurting the boy wasn’t a risk (Y/n) was willing to take.

The memory was bittersweet; a nice glimpse back in time when life was simpler, but it was also a reminder of restriction—something Hop was all too happy to have less of.

“Hey, d’you know if they still like feather toys?” (Y/n) guffaws at the inquiry.

“Seriously, Hop?”

“Yeah! What of it, mate? I’m trying to relive the good times, here!”

                The sky was blackened by night and the two remained in the lab. (Y/n) had since returned their pokémon to their pokéballs and continued to talk with Hop, telling him about their time outside of Galar. Despite often speaking about their excursions on call, the teen would always want to hear more. Today was no exception.

“I’ve been traveling between Hoenn and Kalos for the past few months.”

“Sounds rough. I guess it must be important for you to go through that.”

“Yeah…” (Y/n) drawls before a hefty yawn rips from their throat. “I’ve been helping both Professor Birch and Sycamore conduct research about this phenomenon called Mega Evolution.”

The terminology appears to enliven Hop, a contrast to how weary he looked previously. He had only ever heard about Mega Evolution in passing, so any chance of learning more was a plus. Reclined in the seat across from them, curious amber eyes urge (Y/n) to continue.

“Not a lot is known about the subject aside from whatever sparse records we have. However, what we do know is that a pokémon’s bond with their trainer is very integral to their development—so much so that they are capable of evolving further than we originally thought.”

“Woah! That sounds awesome! Have you guys found out anything else?”

“Unfortunately not. We’ve explored different ruins and studied many relics, but there just doesn’t seem to be enough information to make anything concrete.” He responds with a sympathetic hum.

“That’s just by case of piecing together a substantial timeline, though. We know of almost 50 pokémon that can Mega Evolve.” They say it like it’s no big deal but Hop begs to differ.

“W-huh?! That’s great news! Who cares about the timeline??” (Y/n) couldn’t help but to chortle.

“Hey now. Give timelines a little more credit. If we knew more about the origin of this drastic change then maybe we’d know of more than 50.”

A moment of silence passes and another yawn leaves (Y/n). Perhaps yawns were contagious because Hop lets out his own seconds later. Maybe it was time to wrap up this reunion for now. Still, they had a request to make before they called it a day.

“Alright, kiddo. I think I’m gonna hit the hay, but I have a question I’ve yet to ask.”

“Hmm? What’s up?”

“How’s your brother?”

“Lee? He’s alright. Why?”

“Haven’t really heard from him in a while.”

“Really? He’s usually on top of things, but I guess he’s busy. If I’ll be honest, I haven’t seen him much lately either. Lately, he’s been going to work early and coming home late. Maybe something important is keeping him up?”

“I’d say that that’s not healthy, but who am I to say that. I can’t even take my own advice.” (Y/n) shakes their head.

“Anyway, the reason why I ask is because Charizard happens to be one of the known pokémon capable of Mega Evolving. It actually have two different forms surprisingly enough.”

“No way.”

“Yeah dude.”

(Y/n) swiftly reaches into a different compartment of their trainer bag to pull out what appeared to be a golden brooch. The prominent jewel in the center of the accessory glistened with the colors of the rainbow its luster shining brightly underneath the light. (Y/n) moves to pull out another jewel, but this one’s attached to a golden necklace. The colors are also different, taking on the colors of black and blue.

“These are a Key Stone and Charizardite X, items worn to trigger Mega Evolution.” They carefully hand the items over to Hop to which he takes in kind, as if he were scared he’d break them.

“When you see him, just hand ‘em off. If he doesn’t already know what they are then don’t tell him. And if he asks who they’re from don’t tell him that either.”

“(Y/n), you’re scaring me. What is this, some kind of back ally deal? Why can’t I tell him that they’re from you?”

“It’s too late. If Leon knew that I was here, I don’t think he’d hesitate to track me down and I want to sleep.” Hop wanted to argue but they both knew they were right.

“You don’t have to tell him today. Tell him tomorrow,” (Y/n) drowsily checks their Rotom Phone. “Or rather later in the morning. It’s past midnight.” Hop gasps.

“We’ve been here too long! I have to get home!” The teen secures the stones in his jacket before grabbing the lab door keys. (Y/n) follows him out the door as he turns off the overhead lights and fixes the door tight. He turns to the older once again.

“Where are you staying?”

“I’m gonna kick it at the pokémon center down the road. I still have yet to give Sonia and Prof. Mags a visit. I’ll likely be over at their pad bright n’ early.”

“Cool. Send me a notif and I’ll be there. Let’s make this a reunion a good one.”

“Ha. If your reaction was anything to go by, it won’t just be a good reunion. It’ll be a great one.” Giving Hop a hearty pat on the back, they nod down Route One from where they currently stood.

“You go get some shut eye. I don’t want to hear you complaining about being tired tomorrow. Tell your mom I said hi.”

“Will do. See you tomorrow then.” With a quick goodbye hug, the teen turns to leave and (Y/n) assumes their destination to the pokémon center.

                The road to Postwick from Wedgehurst is a short one, so Hop makes it home in no time at all. Entering his abode, he takes a deep breath and exhales as he removes his shoes at the door. His bright eyes look over the living room. To his relief, no one was downstairs. Though luck is not on his side when he moves to make his way upstairs, to which he is effectively blocked.

“Hop, it’s super late! Where were you?” The mix of worry and relief was evident in Leon’s voice, but the look on his face showed that he was evidently peeved.

“At the lab. I got held up, it’s not like I was going places I wasn’t supposed to.” He rolls his eyes. The younger understood why the older would worry, but he could take care of himself fine. Leon scrutinizes Hop. The answer wasn’t good enough for him, but he’d give his little bro the benefit of the doubt. He sighs.

“Hey, it’s fine. Just say something next time so you won’t give mum and I a heart attack. Alright?”

“Yeah. My bad…” Hop half-heartedly apologizes. Nevertheless, it seems enough for Leon as he moves for Hop to pass and ascend the steps.

“Oh. I almost forgot.” Hop stops before he reaches the top. He reaches in his pocket and pulls out the Key Stone and Charizardite passing them to Leon. The former champ gingerly takes them in his hands before briefly inspecting them. They looked oddy familiar, but he just couldn’t remember where he had seen them before.

“It’s a little gift for you and Charizard. Take good care of ‘em.” Turning to reach the end of the stairs, Leon gives him pause with a question.

“A gift from who?” Hop smirks, a small puff of laughter leaves his lips. Looking over his shoulder to give his sibling a knowing smile he answers.

“I’ll tell you tomorrow.”

Leon was left to guess as his eyes followed Hop retreat to his room. Just what exactly had he been up to?

[punkscowardschampions]

Mattie & Lulu & Dolly (mostly)

PlanityPlan: Okay, so we wanna get down what Mattie, Lulu and Dolly are like, that’s the main point

PlanityPlan: but then we wanna pinpoint the time of this reunion for their storyline together, so we can then say what Jay is up to, Beckett not really ‘cos he’s a child but we could also say what we wanna do with you eventually here because we are planning to use him but yes, kind of unrelated but not

PlanityPlan: So it’s like, individual story, what they’re like, the lives they’re living, and then the storyline we’ll do with them together

PlanityPlan: OKAY so Mattie doing an accelerated 2-year Maths and Computer Science degree at Greenwich (57, 58) and then her PGCE which takes a year and in this year you do 2 school placements, 2nd placement at the girl's new school after gay teacher drama in Surval, so this 2nd meeting after first failed attempt at contact, in 59

PlanityPlan: Basically, energy being, making contact before starting Uni and the twins are like nah and then we show up at their new school (accidentally) and the twins relationship has suffered so now we have an in

PlanityPlan: OKAY OKAY so Mattie reaches out Summer 57, she's about to start Uni, the twins are 14 and just finished year 10, 58 teacher stuff to happen and come out year 11, 59 we move to new school year 12, Mattie starts placement too

Junie B Jones: The school I found for the twins is called Surval Montreux in Montreux Switzerland and they’d have been going there from age 12 (and leaving at 19) it’s obviously an international school but there’s a heavy focus on French in lessons as obviously because English is usually a 2nd language, but don’t even worry ladies cos there is only a maximum of 10 girls (cos it’s only gals) in your classes and 60 in the entire school

Junie B Jones: worth noting the finishing school bit from 17-19 cos your mother would love that for you and you can share a room no problem as it’s usually 2 or 3 anyways

PlanityPlan: So, do we be evil and say they have to share with another poor gal?

PlanityPlan: ‘cos we could run with that

Junie B Jones: that poor girl requesting a transfer cos they are so odd hahaha but yeah I say there’s potential there even if it was only for a while like maybe it’s lowkey a version of how they put me and Trace in separate classes cos the teachers are like UM

PlanityPlan: I see that, forcing you to stay involved, ‘cos with 60 people you’d have to be all up in each other’s business, like you’re for sure meant to see the teachers as friends/fam too

Junie B Jones: the website was very culty and that energy

PlanityPlan: which brings me to my first idea ‘cos I think it works on many levels beyond being a cliche

PlanityPlan: Okay so, I thought it’d be interesting to have a secret between them ‘cos how hard it’d be to keep

PlanityPlan: and then I thought that it’d be hilarious karma if Dolly had an affair with a female teacher but we actually let it go there

PlanityPlan: ‘cos it’d be a massive scandal even your parents can’t ignore and the girl gives off some gay vibes and it’d be like, a thing they can’t share in if Lulu isn’t gay like we share a boyfriend but we’re not sharing this teacher moment

PlanityPlan: and it’d probably get you both kicked out so we can time it when we want it and Chloe would be fuming about this lesbianism lmao

PlanityPlan: so with the whole culty school like this would be NEWS ‘cos they’re tight with the teachers clearly so it’s like ARE THEY ALL BEING GROOMED lmao

Junie B Jones: Lulu gives off the straightest vibes EVER so I am down & also the vibe that she would love that culty school

PlanityPlan: right so not only have you kept a love affair and gay from me, you’ve also ruined our school moment, it’d really shake them and their weird twin energy to it’s core, which is the fun of it all obvs

Junie B Jones: I see now why you agreed to share a boyfriend hun, also the potential for her to have a gay awakening with the roommate so hitting all those cliches

PlanityPlan: right, I’m not being gross but it’s true that all-girls school girls experiment together, facts, like Lulu probably joined it with it too but it’s like oh you actually like girls for real

PlanityPlan: but if Dolly isn’t just then living her best gay life and is trying to get shit back to how it was, I think it makes it different

Junie B Jones: the tea and also it seems like the kind of school where a teacher would go there, especially if it’s a younger/artsy one like that film Cracks that Imogen Poots was in, soz Nancy but most teachers won’t

PlanityPlan: it’s a cliche with posh schools for a reason, the bond is closer by the fact there’s not 30 kids in a classroom, there’s more opportunity for it to happen because you have actual relationships with all your teachers, whereas in normal schools they barely know your name lol

Junie B Jones: gross but necessary question being how long do you see the relationship spanning in secret before the big reveal

PlanityPlan: it should probably be somewhere between enough that it’s an actual thing that happened and not like, it happened once, like the teacher probably thinks they’re gonna be together if she doesn’t go to jail lol, but not so long that it is like, how’d you not know

PlanityPlan: it’ll be fun to like, play out, see how long we feasibly could

PlanityPlan: and if Lulu finds out before EVERYONE finds out, then she has to decide what to do with this info for a bit too, which would also be good

Junie B Jones: I love that because the twin vibe is very much like oh we can read each other’s minds haha bitch you thought

Junie B Jones: totally can picture Lulu snitching on you ngl gal

PlanityPlan: accidentally fucking yourself over when they kick the lot of yas out, a mood

PlanityPlan: NEW CO-ED SCHOOL IN SURREY, STILL BOARDING

PlanityPlan: maybe Lulu does care more about school in general, but also specifically that school and being one of the girls forever

PlanityPlan: ‘cos then it’s gonna be hard to win her back when you end up in another school, with boys dundundun

Junie B Jones: she very much comes across like that to me, not only because she’s clearly the clingy controlling twin here but I think she clearly likes how small and family like this school is trying to be cos of how chaotic and lacking their home life is, she’s definitely scared of boys & navigating socialising with them without making a tit of herself because of how little dealings she’s had so it’s gonna be a SHOCK

Junie B Jones: dobbing her sister in because 1. You think the teacher will get sacked and it’ll be over 2. You think you can score some points back and stay in the school’s good books

PlanityPlan: It’s honestly sad how much sense it makes, like you really buy all in with the family vibes and then ya twin fucks it all up, rude

Junie B Jones: okay idk how plausible this is but remember in Wild Child aka the greatest film of all time that boy is like the headteacher’s son, what if the boyfriend (Danny Griffin is his IRL name but I’ll give you a french af one in character boy) they share is like the son of someone who works at the school (obvs he doesn’t go there but like he’d have to live nearby and generally loiter) which is part of the reason Lulu picks him cos all the girls would want to but also she could tell him something about this and he’s like UM you have to dob her in

PlanityPlan: I see that, they can’t all be spinsters like this is an enid, they’d have families and stuff, I can vibe it because again, a thing if there’s any male in the vicinity we all lose our minds lol

Junie B Jones: and like obvs that’s why she got with him but there’s potential for an actual relationship to form with this boy on some level if we want

PlanityPlan: Yes, maybe you actually like him, because clearly Dolly doesn’t, have him to yourself hun, but also then you’ll have to move so rude

PlanityPlan: Another reason to be fuming when you were the clingy twin before, role reversal

Junie B Jones: and another reason to not want to leave because I can’t imagine that your parents will move you to another school in Switzerland because it’s tiny and the scandal so literally in a different country

PlanityPlan: yeah, we’d probably move you to the uk like we’re going to be more involved like doubt that lads but you know

Junie B Jones: my thoughts exactly

PlanityPlan: so the question is do we want to do this before Mattie gets in contact or after

PlanityPlan: I’m leaning towards before so then 1. You’ve got a chance of getting in but 2. You can also help or not help them get on better terms, whatever we vibe

Junie B Jones: maybe when she first gets in contact it’s a secret still so we get the best of the both worlds, cos like you’re gonna get stonewalled then hun but when it all pops off you can be there

Junie B Jones: just cos I’m thinking if it’s all happened by the time they’re 16 that’s slightly drama but then again we’ve done worse lol

PlanityPlan: That’s a good idea, it makes the most of it for sure

PlanityPlan: I’m not sure what the age of consent is but that might affect how in deep shit this teacher gets

Junie B Jones: it’d be a way to show how their dynamic and relationship changes from a POV that isn’t just their own

PlanityPlan: for sure and then we can have the outcome be not just down to their new school and their parentals

Junie B Jones: poor Mattie getting way more drama than she expected

Junie B Jones: are you having her go to a UK uni because obviously relevant because this isn’t getting resolved in a summer hol

PlanityPlan: I’m kind of vibing no uni, honestly

PlanityPlan: because a lot of gen 4 do go and it isn’t the only option

Junie B Jones: love that for her tbh

PlanityPlan: So yeah, you’ll be around for sure

Junie B Jones: do you have a job/career in mind yet?

PlanityPlan: not really, like I see you being a bit lost in that sense, which is fine because you’ve got a lot in other respects and you’re looked after, but it’s definitely a vibe of not knowing what you want to do, but not just doing uni ‘cos as most people in that situ do, so you probably have lots of random jobs

Junie B Jones: that’s legit cos loads of people don’t know what they wanna do but don’t have the luxury of taking time to figure it out but she does & lowkey it doesn’t matter if she never does cos like you said she’s fine in a lot of other ways

PlanityPlan: like I won’t let you be insufferable with it and not work and just bum about but you’re just striking me as work-driven, which a lot of characters are again, so I’m not mad

Junie B Jones: I like it

PlanityPlan: So it’s just working out what your actual main motivation is, which I think could be tied into getting in contact with this fam

PlanityPlan: as we’re saying Jay doesn’t really want to, so it’s a difference there

PlanityPlan: and it’ll be good to have it not a total failure if you do make something with the twins but we know you won’t with Chloe so there’s the struggle with that

Junie B Jones: it pleases me because the obvious and cliche thing to do would be to have Jay be the one trying to do this as she actually has memories of and issues with Chlo whereas Mattie is basically Ava’s child

PlanityPlan: and I don’t think it resembles like, Edie’s feelings about Drew and Caleb etc either, it’s not like I NEED you to be my mum because you biologically are

PlanityPlan: it’s just lowkey a curiosity like, people can’t just vanish from our lives like that, like what are they doing, ‘cos you know their main house is still in London too, like it’s just like, why shouldn’t I look into this

Junie B Jones: agreed, it’s not coming from a place of having a deficit, she’s happy and has everything she needs in that sense, so it makes sense for her to only gain from it

PlanityPlan: and it is naive but that is how I vibe her being in a not really annoying way lol, not a jaded character though

PlanityPlan: and it will be shit when Chloe is Chloe but it won’t destroy her or anything it’s just like oh god, what is wrong with her though

Junie B Jones: and that’ll strengthen her relationship with Jay because she doesn’t wanna talk about all of that and you’ll get why in a way that you can’t unless you experience the crazy that is Chloe for yourself

PlanityPlan: exactly, like that can be a source of strain between you when you’re first deciding to do this

PlanityPlan: and you’d give Chloe a few chances ‘cos like I said you aren’t looking for a mum so you’d be trying to lowkey work it out and being empathetic so she’d probably actually love that ‘cos she’s a narcissist so it’d be a bit dicey

PlanityPlan: suddenly wants to tell you every drama in her life like poor me

Junie B Jones: how real

PlanityPlan: ‘cos you can think you’re like objective and just putting the mystery together but you’re gonna get dragged in, clearly

PlanityPlan: especially combine this with the twin drama which you do genuinely care about

Junie B Jones: mhmm, Lulu is gonna drag you in gal, not like she can bring these emotions and drama to her new school when it’s a scandal and this is supposed to be a fresh start

PlanityPlan: which is what you were warned about/one of the reasons we left it ‘til you were grown but you’ll have to work this all out, which will be good

PlanityPlan: ‘cos you can’t be dealing with your younger sister’s drama instead of living your own life but clearly at a point here we are ‘cos bit lost

Junie B Jones: you’re so clever boo, this is such a good idea that flows

PlanityPlan: heheh, I think it makes sense if you’ve had such a chill upbringing and the twins have not that this chaos can take over your life and drag you in

PlanityPlan: I’d like to think we all get to a healthy place gals but we’ll see tbh

PlanityPlan: as for who Dolly is… I think she never bought into the school as hard, like it’s probably better than home, not that we’d know, but we’re not like omg this is IT

PlanityPlan: same with the boyfriend clearly, none of it is as real but the twin bond is so like may as well until the gay drama comes along

PlanityPlan: but then that’s lowkey over before it’s begun so then we go into overdrive of trying to win her back

Junie B Jones: which Lulu is not having sis

PlanityPlan: like in reality we should accept our truth and start working on separate personalities but we’re like no no

Junie B Jones: potential for how far aka too far she can try and take winning her back, like that creepy book energy

PlanityPlan: deffo, like we’ll have to think of ways but if we’re going all-in on this, there isn’t reason not to

PlanityPlan: ‘cos we don’t care about school or whatever mum and dad are saying or doing

Junie B Jones: not gonna kill you off gal but oh the possibilities for danger cos lbr your grandparents can’t stop you either clearly

PlanityPlan: bless them they’re alright people but obvs a bit useless for all this to happen lmao

Junie B Jones: hence I vibe that Lulu totally walks all over/ has them wrapped around her little finger like Chloe did but more subtly because she has no nuance

PlanityPlan: deffo, oh lads

Junie B Jones: which is a shame when they could literally give you the family energy you want without need for a creepy cult school but hey, you’ve been taught to treat them like that

PlanityPlan: exactly

PlanityPlan: they should’ve lowkey took you in but we’re too posh for that and you’ll probably be fine right lmao

Junie B Jones: at least Dolly can stay with them when her parents are literally hate criming her

PlanityPlan: sad that you won’t ‘cos getting back in that closet so hard like will you forgive me if I’m straight and we’re still the same

Junie B Jones: it’s really sad like this isn’t sustainable huns and shouldn’t have been allowed to be a thing for this long

PlanityPlan: at least Mattie does have fresh enough eyes to be like, respectfully, maybe let’s not do this

Junie B Jones: just like Lulu don’t haze your sister thank you

PlanityPlan: right, I think this gives us energy to go on for all y’all

PlanityPlan: *** so the energy now is she can get more drawn in because she's literally there living at the school too, and after the placement, she's getting a permanent position at the school, so we can actually work through this together and have relationships etc etc

[peachykindalovesyou]

Sunkissed

(A change of pace, drum roll please!! badadadaaa!! A song fic !!! I wrote this for Lulu’s birthday, uwu)

Lucifer x F!Reader

Genre:: Fluff

Song:: Sunkissed by Khai Dreams

Summary:: After the party they had thrown for Lucifer, they made a stop to the human realm and it was bright and sunny, MC decides to sing sunkissed to him for his birthday.

Word count:: 1.3k+

     The party had ended already and everyone already finished cleaning up, MC decided to visit Lucifer’s room to ask if they could go to the human realm for a while.

     (MC POV)

     I knocked on Lucifer’s door, “Come in.” Lucifer spoke, I could tell he was smiling. I opened the door and stepped in the room, sitting next to Lucifer on his bed. “So, I was wonder, can you take us to the human realm for a while? I need to show you something, and if it isn’t too much to ask for, please take me to my home town.”

     “Hmm..I will make an exception this time. What is the name of our destination?” We both stood up, he took his hand in mine. “(Town name), it is very lovely there.” I smile brightly, I’m excited to show him the place where I had once spent most of my time. “Alright, hold on to my hand tight.” I nod my head, and he chants something I couldn’t make out. A portal opens, we walk in, in sync.

     A white light shines brightly, almost blinding. With the flicker of that light, we are there already. The sun shines brightly above us, we were out in the field just outside the town. I see the forest, it looks just as lively and beautiful since I last went there.

     “What is it you would like to show me, anyway?” He raises a brow at me, looking down at me. “Just wait, it’s gonna be amazing!! Now, follow me!” He obeys and follows me as I lead the way.

     My eyes lit up at the sight of my home town, my smile was just as bright. “Oh my gosh! There’s the theater, oh, and the school! Ah, and there’s the plaza where the kids would meet up at! No way..It’s the old rail road track that me and my friends designed last summer, I can’t believe its still there! This brings back memories..” Almost the whole town knew me, they were all so kind.

     I waved around at the people who recognized me. “Oh, hello MC, dear. Ah! I see you’ve finally found yourself a lovely young man!! He is very handsome indeed.” Ms. Samantha, the flower shop owner, said. “Oh no, no, no, i-its not like that!!” I waved my hands around, my face flushed red. I could feel Lucifer smirking behind me, he put a hand on my shoulder.

     “Yes, its not like that...yet.” He whispered the last part in my ear, I tensed up and chuckled awkwardly. “Oh my!” Ms. Samantha giggled and waved us both goodbye.

     We got through the town, and we were finally reaching the end of it, to the forest. “MC, we had skipped the whole town, where are you taking me?” He raised a brow once again, and spoke in a weary tone. “Just wait, we’re almost there.” I held out my hand, and he took a hold of it once again.

     We walked into the forest, I could feel the memories flooding back to me, it felt so nostalgic and comforting. Chunks of the suns bright beam shone through the canopy of the forest, we could hear the running of the river that was near by.

     I found the hidden cave that I used to spend all of my time in, on top of it was a grassy patch filled with beautiful flowers. When you sat on that patch of grass, you could feel the warm beam of the sun on you.

     “We’re here!” I had a soft and gentle smile on my face, the scenery of beautiful, it was calming. “I must admit, I never thought that I would find myself in a forest, let alone in the human realm, well, with a human.” His eye’s were slightly wide as he said this, I could tell he was impressed by the forest.

     I climbed the rock, sitting down, I pat my lap, “Luci, come lay your head on my lap, you deserve to relax.” His cheeks flushed pink at my bold statement. “W-well, if you insist.” He climbed up the rock and lay his head on my lap, facing the sun, I could tell he was still tense.

     “Get as comfortable as you want to, its just you and me in this forest.” He nodded and turned into his demon form, I giggled. Just then, I could feel his entire body relax, I played with his hair and horns. “Hm..keep on doing that.” I did as he said. ‘Wow! This is so..not like him..’ I thought to myself, his first pair of wings wrapped around himself, the second pair were just sprawled out and still.

     (Lucifer’s POV)

     This is the most I’ve ever felt relaxed in two thousand years, I forgot what this feeling felt like. It feels nice. I admired her beauty, and the way her (h/l) (h/c) flows in the warm breeze, she was absolutely breathtaking.

     I closed my eyes, I want to stay like this for another eternity. Just with her, no one else. I love her with all my heart, I never want to leave her. I could hear her softly humming a tune I didn’t recognize, I want to ask what the song is, but it is the wrong moment to ask.

     Taking a deep breath in, I exhaled, I want to feel like this all of the time. I payed attention to her breathing and humming, I want to fall asleep to this. I was stuck in my thoughts, until I could hear her singing to me, she probably thinks I’m asleep. I decided to play along for a little longer, just to hear her.

     (MC POV)

     I hummed softly to him, his soft sleeping figure was just adorable.

     “So slowly a sunlit dream pulls me out of sleep

      Feel the morning through the blinds

      I get to thinking bout your sunkissed face

      And a quite place where I could give you all my time

      You know I wanna be your rock, my love

      You know i wanna be your light

      In darkness how you find me just in time

      To tell me what I needed to hear

      So if you don’t know what you need

      You can leave it all to me

      Don’t want you worried about a thing

      I know you’d do the same for me”

     I sung this aloud, thinking Lucifer was asleep. “MC, your singing is very lovely, please, do sing to me more often.” He had a cocky smirk plastered onto his face. “I-I- you w-were listening!?” He nodded.

     “Well, I think its the right time to tell you this now..” He got up and held his hand out for me, I grabbed it and he helped me up. “MC, I love you. I always have. From the way that you laugh at the smallest of things, to the way that your eyes sparkle when you talk about something that interests you. I love all of you.” I felt his hands snake around my waist, pulling me closer to him. “Lu-Lucifer I..” My cheeks felt hot, I was a bright red.

     “I understand if you don’t feel the same way, MC. Its okay.” I looked a little saddened. “N-n-! Its not that, I-I..just didn’t know you felt the s-same way..” I looked down in embarrassment, but his pointer finger and thumb made me look up at him, he moved closer to my face.

     He was just inches away, he leaned in a whispered in my ear, “Well, in that case, will you be mine?” He kissed the shell of my ear. “Y-yes!! a million times, YES!!” He pulled me even closer to him, his wings wrapping around us, He pressed his lips against mine passionately, I close my eyes, he does as well.

     After a few seconds, we both pull away, I smile sweetly and look up at him.

     “Well, I think its about time we head back to the house.” He grabbed my hand, summoning another portal. “Agreed, lets go” We both walk in, he kisses me again right as the portal swallows us into the Devildom.